A little girl at work today boldly introduced herself to me as her parents were deciding what to buy…

Her: “What’s your name?”

Me: “Ashley, what’s yours?”

Her: “Abby. How old are you?”

Me: “That’s a pretty name. I’m 22, what about you?”

Abby: “Oh so you’re a grown up. I’m 5”

Me: “Yeah, I don’t feel like a grown up though!”

Abby: “But you are one!”


YES THANK YOU FOR THE STAUNCH PERSISTENT REMINDER LITTLE GIRL, I DON’T WANT TO BE A GROWN UP IT’S NOT REAL YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I FEEL LIKE I WAS YOU JUST YESTERDAY

*insert peter pan image*


Sometimes you just need to listen to Gaga and cry at 2am

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dysenterygay:

i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto and look at me w/ so much shame 

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maclonna:

If Rihanna doesn’t name her greatest hits album HistoRIH i will blow things up

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