I hope you end up getting a really stupid tattoo some night when you’re too drunk to function and then have to deal with it the next day.
Only finding out about your personal life on tumblr when we used to talk every week is probably one of the shittiest things I’ve experienced
Zayn and a fan (dad of a fan probs) - (idk when)
That dad seems psyched to be meeting an international pop star
I WAS CREEPING ON MY TEACHER’S PERSONAL TWITTER AND I ACCIDENTALLY FAVORITED A TWEET OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING UGHHHH I’VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE
I turned 18 last week and now I can do all this stuff!
18 things I can do now that I’m 18 on my channel
On a scale from one to ten, tonight was a solid five.
I feel like my mom doesn’t realize how much anger and frustration I have because I never tell her.
Is it weird that I kinda want to have a taxidermy animal in my car? Just so when I’m driving around people think I have a bear or an alligator just hanging out in the passenger seat.
idea: a To Kill A Mockingbird themed coffee shop called Brew Radley’s
Happy New Year! Please be safe tonight, friends. Don’t drive drunk, and don’t let your friends drive home drunk. Love you all.
here’s what sucks about being an artist:
nothing is ever good enough. it’s never quite like you had imagined in your mind or drawn in your sketchbook. it’s never up to par. even the most beautiful thing you have ever created is still missing that one little thing. it is one of the mot dissatisfying, frustrating, upsetting thing I know.
all I want to do is travel the world with my best friend, take pictures, make films, meet people, and eat really good food. and get paid to do it. is that so much?