The miserable ones are the ones where all the girls auditioning are in the same room. There’s no talking in those rooms. I’ve tried. Yesterday I had to do an interview. I was in a horrible mood. I couldn’t think of basic words. I could see my publicist in the background, mouthing things to say. They want you to be likable all the time, and I’m just not.
so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…
OH MY HEART
i really hate people who think that “freedom of speech” means “i can be as rude and insulting as i want and you’re not allowed to get mad”
there’s always those neighbour countries that sort of hate each other like new zealand and australia, britain and france, the rest of the world and america