Yes. This. 100%

If I can apply liquid eyeliner without screaming, crying, or accidentally tattooing my eyeball, it's a good day.

34 years ago today, Beyoncé reproduced asexually, giving birth to herself and came down to earth and died on the cross yassssssqueen.

The last 3 months have been amazing, but he still hasn't introduced me to his stove.

watch me whip. now watch me push away people who actually care about me because I'm afraid to get hurt.

Elite Daily is what happens when you ask a Michael Kors watch for advice.

I don't have a "squad." But I do know like 4 or 5 people who probably don't want me to die.

Real men don't feel threatened by Drake's success.

my neck. my back. I hate this dress and I feel fat.

Everything was going fine until he ruined it by texting me back and paying attention to me.

I hate when my phone changes "maybe we can get drinks" to "I like you but it's not cool to admit having feelings for someone these days."

Sorry I stalked your Facebook and got mad at you for dating people before you knew I existed.

Love means not screaming and running away when he sees my foundation in daylight.

some of the little things that make this time of year magical 🍂

Netflix and panic attack?

I woke up like this: craving salt, fat, sugar, and caffeine because my body had been inert for the past 8 hours.

first baristas gotta find me

cats what friends are for.

It's Friday. Take a chance. Swipe right. Dance with your shoes off. Sip Michael Kors. Laugh. Celebrate. Text my cat. I lost my keys.

take me there