being a fan of something and having a crap fandom is like standing in the middle of a party and everyone is loud, obnoxious and rude and occasionally spits acid in your face but your friends are there, the music is excellent, and there’s lots of food, and there’s great wifi so you don’t really wanna leave so you kind of just stand there going
dang girl, you’ll make the prettiest flowers once your body rots into the earth.
a plus-side to being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas and i will not judge you because i will also be in my pajamas
*picks up phone* ah, yes sir, we got your résumé. it’s just a bunch of photoshopped pictures of Snails playing the bass guitar. you requested a salary of 3 million dollars an hour. you’re hired
damn girl are you liquid eyeliner because i have no idea what i’m supposed to do with you and i’m kinda scared
just wing it
[AGGRESSIVELY THINKS ABOUT BEING SKINNY WHILE EATING FRENCH FRIES]