damn, tyra. you might as well just write “i fuckin hate u” on the paper and give her that.
if a guy calls you hot, he’s complimenting your body.
if a guy calls you cute, he’s complimenting your face.
but if a guy calls you shrexy, he’s complimenting each and every one of your layers
a dystopian future novel where when teenagers come of age they are sorted into what spice girl they resemble, but one day a girl was sporty and baby
kids today google, not giggle. they play angry birds instead of getting angry AT birds. they all have an ipad but no iq. not even one. they playstation but they never play station. i.e. one pretending to be a train and the others pretending to be different trains or low paid maintenance workers. they’re obsessed with one direction, rather than enjoying all eight directions equally. facebook… but unable to face… a book. or a hoop with a stick. a lost generation. the tv show.