I make all my tweets with the hope that when I either get famous or kill myself (no in between) they will be discovered and serve as a good archive of what my day to day thoughts were like
People have been debating the question of "who the real predator is" in Primetime.
I would have thought the answer was obvious, that it's the giant lion that is perpetually stalking the show's set, but I guess some people were too taken in by Pattinson's magnetism to notice.
I have this unrealistic fantasy that I know probably won’t ever happen but it would make me so happy if it did
I want someone to figure me out. To look at my behaviors and words and impulses and figure out all the parts of me I wish someone knew but I could never say out loud