*in the car with my friend who hates one direction and little black dress starts playing*
friend: “hey this is pretty good, who is this?”
when am I going to realize that no matter how many times I scream “no” at my tv the story line isn’t going to change.
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?
if a girl wants to watch a sport because she thinks a player is hot then let her, it’s not like guys watch the VS fashion show because they want to buy new bras.