The fact that the majority of teenagers would rather listen to Justin Bieber or Taylor Momsen over Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd makes me want to fucking kill myself. Literally.
up next on MTV’s “White Girl Problems”: special snowflake and part-time tumblr user felicefawn is literally contemplating suicide over people having different music taste than her and thinks she is better than everybody else because she kinda sorta knows who jimi hendrix and pink floyd are
This is hard because I don’t know where I truly want to escape to. I know I want to take Westley with me. I like going places with him. But I don’t want it to be just us, I want there to be other people there. But not a lot. I don’t want it to be too cold or too hot. Some things tell me the tropics, somewhere colorful and warm where I can be lazy and eat exotic foods. But something also tell me Western Europe, in the cities or France and Italy and the UK to see the sites and fashion and different lifestyles. I don’t know where I want to go. But I surely don’t want to be there forever. Just enough to say I did it.