#ilhqstart

[cntrlari-blog]

as if her day wasn’t already shitty because of walking out of an interview that pissed her off and her blood sugar being low all day, ariana was now battling a stomach ache and she couldn’t stand it. she’d been doing okay at handling it all day by distracting herself, but the second she felt that strange twinge in her belly, her body shot up off of the couch and she bee lined to the closest bathroom, just barely kneeling in front of the toilet in time before whatever was in her stomach spilled out of her mouth almost violently.

[twirlingjadex-blog]

I just lost complete notion of time because I’m binge-watching RuPaul’s Drag Race and now I have nothing to eat. Do you know any good place I can order from?

[selenafyi]

Is it bad that I’ve been sitting around all day being very unproductive? In all fairness, I think everyone should be able to do that the day after their birthday. 

[cntrlari-blog]

“celebrating my birthday is always the worst mistake anyone can ever let me make. i was one million percent drunkiana last night and crying because i dropped a cheeto back into the cheetos bag. one of my friends was like ‘just grab another one, don’t be a cry baby’ so i said ‘i’m not crying, you’re crying, i can’t just eat another one, i have to find the one i dropped but i can’t because they all look the same’ while i was a sobbing, blubbering mess... needless to say, people need to stop letting me get drunk and then egging me on to keep drinking after i’m already shitfaced.”

[twirlingjadex-blog]

I need to go to an animal shelter soon,my friend has a bunch of animals and now I need the company of a furry friend. The worst is trying to pick which type of pet I should get.

[cntrlari-blog]

“is it possible to die from being so sore? i swear i feel like my body’s just gonna fall apart.”

[cntrlari-blog]

ariana tapped her nails on her guitar for a few seconds. she’d been sitting in the grass outside with it for fifteen minutes playing random chords because she could figure out what she wanted to do with it. write a new melody or play something she already knew? a sigh escaped her lips and she stared at a window for a few seconds before grinning to herself and playing a few chords. “it’s fun to run, it’s fun to play, it’s fun to make things out of clay, it’s fun to fill your car with gas, it’s fun to make things made of glass,” she sang. “it’s fun to spray yourself with mace, it’s fun to squeeze your mother’s face, it’s fun to mow your daddy’s grass, it’s fun to break things made of glass… but broken glass can cu—” her fingers stopped playing when she saw the other. her lips pursed together and she laid the instrument in her lap. “i know it sounds like something a murderer would come up with but a friend sang it and i’m having some major emo feels. figured it’d help.”

[illustriousgossip-blog]

long time no see, who’s got some tea ? let’s chat !