My heart is about to fly out of me. It’s so gross when you can feel your heart in your throat.
Watching the Koran version of Fated to Love You and I’m fucking loving that they had Pentatonix’s daft punk medley playing.
At a wedding reception, and of course, I’m the only non Caucasian person here. Cheese and crackers? Bitches better get some real food in here or I’m about to eat someone.