You got a scar on your wrist? Don't worry, I won't judge. You got burns on your leg? I still won't judge. You're depressed? Still not judging. Because no matter what you do with yourself, I will still love you to pieces. I will make you feel extra special. And I won't leave you because of your past, your present, or your future.
Beijing:we want lights and precision and a good clean night
London:FUCK IT LETS MAKE IT THE SHIRE AND GET FRANK TURNER! AND LETS MAKE THE WHOLE THING VICTORIAN, BRING LOCKHEART TOO ONLY IF HE HAS A TOP HAT, MUSTN'T FORGET JK ROWLING AND BRING MR BEAN TOO ONLY IF YOU DO A CHARIOT OF FIRE MONTAGE. DAMMIT LETS HAVE A SHIT TON OF LIGHTY BEDS AND ABOUT 12 MARY POPPINS, NOW WE MUST MONTAGE BRILLIANT ENGLISH MUSIC AND THROW A SLIGHT TARDIS NOISE TO THROW THE WHOVIANS INTO PANDEMONIUM, ALSO WE MUST QUOTE THE HUNGER GAMES TO TRY AND BRING BACK THE DISTRICTS NOW LETS GET THE QUEEN AND JAMES BOND, OH FUCK IT THROW THEM OUT OF A PLANE, ITS OUR OLYMPICS AND THIS IS WHAT WE SHALL DO WITH IT, YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE FUCK YOU THAT'S WHY
Maybe if Tumblr for some reason does win the teen’s choice award, we should all just reblog porn that day. Just a big porn spree. Then all the new people will just be like “ah, porn!” and never go on again.