— an exchange between myself and a very wise friend
—Bunny Ain't No Kind of Rider
Bunny Ain’t No Kind of Rider | of Montreal
Friday’s show at Crescent was a genuine and heart-warming dance party. of Montreal reminds me of being 16 but it never feels old or dated
Got asked the classic “why are you single?? I just don’t understand!” question/line tonight. It doesn’t even bother me; it’s an easy way for me to confirm my suspicions that you’re just an older, unimaginative, cheap vodka-drinking bro and I have less of a reason to entertain you/ more of a reason to fuck with you to entertain myself.
when will teenage girls stop shaming each other and discover that their real enemy is teenage boys
when they are all gathered into the gym and lectured by tina fey