95% of the time when people think I’m being mean I’m joking.
What is the point of being mean when you can be nice instead
This city is wonderful. I love it to pieces and I can’t wait to live here.
xoxo, gossip girl
Major cuties frolicking in Central Park by the Imagine Memorial in Strawberry Fields!
In ten hours.
Clarke will be in front of my face.
In real life.
Not on Skype.
Is this really happening?
I can not wait to move the fuck out.
When you watch yourself on that screen and you’re singing, what does it feel like?