you rare girl

I don't like loud noises and people making a fuss.

The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.

—(via phaibooty)

what the shit, that is 10 years of psychological turmoil.  (via neeeeeen)

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do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals

it’s called makeup

you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops

(via fuckyeahwomenprotesting)

"I sometimes worry that serious music can only be served by serious talk, or worse, that people who like serious music can only have serious reasons for doing so. The truth is that you will probably meet just as many shallow people at a National show as you will at a Miley Cyrus show, the difference being that people at the National show are more likely to think they’re important, while people at a Miley Cyrus show are more likely to think they’re having fun."

THIS. I am so guilty of this at times, when I feel people don’t appreciate the literary qualities of certain music. But can we please stop thinking that people’s musical taste determines their worth or depth? And we all have that one friend from college, a lethal combination of grad school, money, and too many hipster music festivals, who think they’re the king/queen of everything, but are secretly pretty damn shallow.

Mike Powell talks about what we mean when we talk about pop music with his Pitch piece "It’s Not What You Like But How You Like It”. (via pitchfork)

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