So Easy to Say Nothing

I love how simple and precious this video is. They cute.

Drawing a Line

Literally just looked at all the pictures of myself in those costumes.

No.

F*ck the F*ck No.

I refuse.

May I never look like a f*cking tank again.

What happened to that whole weight loss thing? Oh, you quit? You quit, Sammy? Well UN QUIT 'CAUSE YOU ARE LARGE AND NEED TO BE LESS FAT.

Am I obese? No. Am I happy with my current weight? F*ck I am.

You're gonna fix this. And you're gonna do it now. Guess who you see Monday? Hector. Guess where you're going in two weeks? Europe. Guess what you're gonna look like? A damn cow.

Make sure this doesn't f*cking happen again.

Playful Little Pup

I'm looking for him in you.
In the stares.
In the grasp.
In your beats.

I find him in you when I squint.
If I don't look too close.

I can't feel him in you.
The taste is too subtle.
And the rhythm is off.

Prove It

I love when people hear that I like or have a crush on someone and then say, "oh you could do so much better." Like unanimous decision. Can I? Can I really? 'Cause here I am, not doing any better.

This is not related to any recent events. No new crush. Just an amusing observation.

BUT WHY DOES IT WORK SO WELL

Covers That Suck

SO idk who the actual hell thought it was a good idea to allow One Direction to cover Teenage Dirtbag. But they were wrong and should be shot in the head that they are clearly not using. LIKE. I'm sorry, did anyone in that band ever even listen to Iron Maiden? Their "awkward teenage years" were spent on X Factor. You bubblegum pop crap, you do not understand 90's grunge. GET. OUT.

I Look Like My Mother

If you look really closely, I look a lot like my mother. In our facial structure. Our eyes. Our hair. Our smiles. Even our complexion. I am unmistakably my mother's daughter.

My mother does not like the way she looks. She dyes her hair. She wears colored contacts. She will not step out of the house at all unless her makeup is 100% done. Foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, lips, the works. She doesn't like the way she looks and refuses to let people see how she really looks. Sometimes she even tells me I'd look better with a little more color or some accent to my eyes.

With a mother like that, where the hell was I supposed to gain any self-confidence?