The only thing getting me through this week is the fact that I’ll be taping Phoenix and Dawes this weekend!

THEORY:

Beyoncé was dancing with holograms of herself in order to confuse Kelly Rowland’s sniper.

‎”For the Lord Beyoncé herself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God.” - Thessalonians 4:16-17

To say that I was in tears for the entire duration of Beyoncé’s half time performance would be a gross understatement.

I just want to drop out of college and pursue my life-long dream of becoming an emoji designer.

that’s a lie

i love everyone and i get sad when i think about them not loving back equally :(

i hate     e v   e  r     y   o        n e 

I walked in on my roommate lying on the floor in a pink cheetah-print onesie (complete with a tail and a hood with ears) listening to Marina and the Diamonds.

whenever i mention to someone that i play violin, the question that always follows is “are you any good?’

like

WHY DOES ANYONE THINK THAT IS AN OK THING TO ASK?

it’s so rude, and there’s no right way to answer it.

so i always just say “i hope so.”

:(

lost my voice because i sang a bjork song at karaoke last night