The video of Paris Hilton’s bodyguard at Coachella constantly following her around is the best metaphor I’ve ever seen for my anxiety that never leaves me alone not even when I’m out there hopping around on the grass dressed like some kind of fairy nymph
Her house burned down, the man she loved for over a decade cheated on her, she lost her voice, and her own father walked away when she needed him most. And through it all, she kept going, holding herself together. My heart aches for her. This song was meant for her
I'm sorry I just found out that the hockey goalie for Team USA has an Instagram account where all she does is rate Ceasar Salads.
I love my country so much sometimes.
not now sweetie, mommy is watching swifties around the world find orange doors with qr codes because taylor alison swift is behaving like the zodiac killer again