don't eat the prom queen

natasha, 19, devoted lover of movies and tv shows with an opinion on everything and the tendency to sympathize with the bad guys.
i like big eyebrows and always appreciate a nice jawline.


a tiny little update on things (that turned out a bit longer wow ok)

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HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST ASOIAF BOOK!
here are some thoughts:
-over all an amazing read, i’ve rediscovered my love for fantasy books thanks to GRR martin’s incredible talent.
-can’t decide how i feel about robb not being a POV character. i love seeing him through jon’s or catelyn’s eyes, but at the same time i would’ve loved to not only see him as a brother or a son, but as his own person. in addition to that, i think it would’ve been interesting to see how he really copes with having to lead an army into war, at only fifteen.
-i’ve developed a soft spot for littlefinger.
-while i absolutely loved daenerys in the tv series, i have to say the book has opened my eyes in relation to her. i won’t go into details as i think she’s pretty popular in this fandom and god knows i don’t wanna argue with anyone, especially not after reading only the first book.
-loved getting to witness sansa in all her complexity, what an amazing character.
-book joffrey is even worse than HBO joffrey. ugh.

but yeah, that’s pretty much it. i’m just really glad i’m still capable of finishing a book.


so i just decided to get my tattoo once i’ve turned 20 which is like 7 months away but i feel like it’s a nice way to conclude my teenage years and leave them behind???
i’m still torn between two quotes:
a) one by pushkin that’s just the most beautiful line from one of his poems that i really really love
orrrr
b) one by dostoevsky which is short and yet manages to summarize my outlook on life, and i’ve had this quote in mind for like a year so i’m pretty sure i’ll go with this one


soooo i’m spending the night at the hospital because my friend had one of her two operations today and i’m a damn good best friend so yup, here i am.

this afternoon a doctor came in to talk to her about the medication she’ll need the next few days and she said it was okay for me to stay in her room but then he asked her about her libido and things got very awkward very quickly, so i left the room, as i always do when things get unpleasant.

i’ve made friends with a 79 year old man that’s suffering from cancer and he makes a damn good bingo buddy, you’d all be jel if you saw us as a team.

at the moment, my friend’s having some consultations because tomorrow operation numero due is on.

i’m bored out of my mind rn because i can’t leave this room as i’m terrified of hospitals. i got lost earlier on, this building is too big for me. i thought it was a good idea to take the elevator, turned out to be a not so good idea, i ended up in the wrong tract. thank god for nurses.

also, hot doctors are a myth. 


so because my friend is a massive chris brown fan, i bought her two tickets for his concert today, hoping she’ll take her boyfriend with her, but instead she chose me

and today i was dragged to that concert, knowing and loving his old stuff but only being familiar with little of his new work (yes, i know, sue me, i listen to chris brown etc etc)

and i actually thought it was good? like he’s an a+ performer there’s no point in denying that

what i didn’t like though, is that his show was only about an hour and 15 minutes long. that was a huuuuge minus point in this whole thing, making the tickets more than overpriced

i feel like when artists reach a certain level of fame, they feel like they don’t have to do anything to earn their money from and i just think that’s really sad

you’re obviously only here for the money, not for the fans and it breaks my heart seeing artists turn into money-grabbing idiots

which is exactly why i love and respect ed sheeran as much as i do. he gives the fans so so so much and you can tell it’s not about the money

idk my opinion on this is all over the place tbh


My Life, My Choices: A Rant Sparked By The Disapproving Look My Grandmother Gave Me When She Saw I Had Cut My Hair Once Again

It is incredible how quick people are to pass judgment on others. People constantly tell you to “be yourself”, but when you are, they disapprove.

I’ve never known how to react to such things, I don’t know whether to feel amused or frustrated. No matter what kind of decision you make or what kind of change you go through with your appearance, people will judge and they will let you know.

I remember when I first cut my hair two years ago, I was extremely happy. I was so proud of myself because I had wanted short hair for a really, really long time and finally I had been able to scrape together some courage. I loved it from day 1. I got to school the next day and people started talking. When you change something about your appearance so radically, people are bound to notice and form their opinion on it, which is completely fine, don’t get me wrong, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. People start to voice their opinion, negative as well as positive. And as much the latter makes me happy, I have to ask myself what exactly they’re achieving by pointing out the negative.

  • “Don’t you think your face is too square for short hair?”
  • “I don’t want to be mean, but I liked the long hair better…” (If your sentence starts with ‘I don’t want to be mean, but…’, better shut your mouth right away, because I know you’re about to insult me.)
  • “Well…hair grows, right?”

And the thing is, I was 16 when I got it cut. Things like that would actually get me down. Looking back on it now, I can’t help but facepalm myself, because who the fuck are they to tell me if it looks good or not? I did it for myself, I didn’t do it for them. And then they asked me: ‘Why did you cut it?’ without realizing I don’t owe them an answer, I don’t have to justify my decisions.

The same goes for my make-up. Yes, I like to wear make-up. A lot. I don’t like my face without make-up, make-up gives me confidence. People judge me for it but what they don’t know is that I’ve had problems with my skin ever since I can remember. This is no attempt at gaining sympathy or fishing for compliments, it’s a fact. When I was about 12, my skin started breaking out terribly and by the time I was 15, my confidence was non-existant. I didn’t know about what a MAC foundation could do back then, so I used to just cry about it. I used to obsess over my flaws, especially my skin, and sometimes I wouldn’t leave the house, solely because I was disgusted with how I was looking. Still today, I have problems with my skin, but I know how to hide it and make myself look presentable. And people judge. Why do I wear so much make-up, I’d be so much more attractive if I was all natural. But my skin is my biggest insecurity. And if all it takes to make myself feel better is waking up 15 minutes earlier to apply my make-up, then that’s what I am going to do. 

The thing is, this is my life. These are my choices. I am not forcing you to cut your hair short. I am not forcing you to apply make-up. This is what I do, this is what I want to do. You need to get into your head that your opinion doesn’t matter, that you stating your opinion does not affect me, just like my decisions do not affect you or anything in your life. 

To end this little rant with the wise words of Rudy Wade:

If you’ve nothing constructive to say, then please, man, shut the fuck up.


so my friend and i make a bet every single wednesday and today we wanted to find out who could somehow answer a teacher’s question with lyrics and in our banned books course we were talking about the rape scene in ‘the bluest eye’ by toni morrison and our teacher asks about our first impressions of this scene

she raises her hand

the teacher points at her and says “yes?” 

and she says

she says

“i think it’s really brutal and visual, i mean wow…what a mess he made upon her innocence…”

WHAT A MESS HE MADE UPON HER INNOCENCE

YOU GUYS

MY FRIEND IS A FKIN GENIUS OK

1 year ago
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  • on a scale of 1 to one direction, how gay is that
  • on a scale of 1 to louis tomlinson, how fab does my ass look today
  • on a scale of 1 to zac efron’s yolo tattoo, how stupid was that
  • on a scale of 1 to nicki minaj, how annoying was that
  • on a scale of 1 to michael jackson, how bad was i
  • on a scale of 1 to mariah carey, how saggy do my boobs look in this shirt
  • on a scale of 1 to zayn malik, how deep was that
  • on a scale of 1 to bon iver, how sad does that make you
  • on a scale of 1 to nicole scherzinger, how irrelevant is she


one day

i’m gonna see 1D live.

and after the concert, i’m gonna stalk them and i’m gonna talk to them and make harry and zayn fall in love with me.

then they’ll both fight over me until i step in and say: 

“shh you guys, it’s all good, there’s enough for everybody.”

and we will have a threesome and it’ll be fab