Fuck the grand national

I am obsessed with the fact that the sugababes asked fans to send in selfies for 'a project' and then had them on in the background while they sang Ugly

They’re lovely, but also this is clearly their last idyllic summer term at Cambridge together before they get sent off to die in the trenches of Flanders

good morning

down at the Women In Mental Illness Conference (Lana Del Rey at Hyde Park)

convinced my grandma that tulsa jesus freak is a gospel song

I would love to know what it feels like to be Dua Lipa, to be that hot, styled by Versace, with the constant comfort of an internal monologue that sounds like a decelerating washing machine where the drum is gently thudding wet clothes against the wall

Happy couples out for a coffee in the sun as I, on a comedown, stagger to find somewhere that sells Ibuprofen…wondering if this is as close to the time on Earth when humans and neandarthals existed at the same time just before the latter died out

Put Evanescence on the Barbie soundtrack you cowards

Everyone out and about basking in the sun, glowing skin and light refracting through gently billowing hair, and yet…….Camilla Parker-Bowles sits on the throne? Wake UP

God give me the energy of a couple looking for a third

Sure but...could AI replace the unique human ability to do this??

*Lies down, indistinguishable from a rotting bin bag, achieving nothing for months on end*

Whenever this video pops up I think how hot the sex must have been that night, and how much the chalmaydia must have burned in the weeks after

Blue Ivy joins the stage to help Beyonce perform the entirety of Wagner's Ring Cycle.........the crowd fuckin loses it

Something special about that post 1am air....no chance of an early start tomorrow, no hope of a justifiable night tonight, just full blown tits to the wind, regrets and exhaustion dance in your pocket as you lean into a life consistently ruined

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.
Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

His messages would be unpredictable and full of grammatical errors and his flat would closely resemble the living space of a serial killer and you'd have the best sex of your life