Pinkie Pie, Mabel, and Beemo are my spirit animals.
“insert whatever you’re looking for here.
nineteen. dj. straight edge. lover. fighter. stubborn. moody. sexual. nerdy. cynic. optimistic. ginger. artist. delicate. journalist. content. tatted. astute. feminist. bitch. loyal. showy. flirt. alive. the end.
This is what I really don’t like about Taylor.
Like, date however many dudes you want. More power to ya. But don’t be a fucking spiteful asshole. Nobody likes that shit.
Exfuckingactly. She’s twenty-three years old, and bills herself in all her songs as such a cute little victim who just fell for the wrong boy, but then she pulls shit like this all the time. You’re a role model to millions of younger girls. Don’t you think you should
a) grow up about things like that?
b) start accepting that possibly, maybe, just POTENTIALLY you might be the problem sometimes? The odds of you dating all these boys and it NEVER ONCE BEING YOU is…well, not happening.
Be an adult. Have as many exes as you’d like but stop acting like a goody two shoes who only ever is innocent and then turn around trying to demonize them while being a bitch. Like, seriously, what has she accomplished? All her music ever talks about, the only thing she’s known for, is her pretty face and her “bad luck” with boys. That’s the only thing she has to be so fucking cocky over.