Gab, 19, NY. Tina Fey is my heroine, and by heroine I mean lady hero. I don’t want to inject her and listen to jazz. I like pretty, dark-haired women and breakfast food.
"These are my awards, mother. From Army."
One time I saw Saturday Night Live. The host, Tina Fey, acknowledged my existence. I died.
Formerly afancyprostitute, nightcheesetime, letsomeonein and redundanttorsofabric.
it’s not even thursday and i’m already crying
OMFG I need to download the last season like now. Fuckin spoilers. Fucking Australian television you suck. WHY aren’t...