text me when you're home <3
late night phone call conversations...
a place to find someone who will tell you that "tights are not pants” and other necessities.
the virtual equivalent to the makeover scene in "Clueless"
stuff to blame your flaws on
"When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress... and my old faded blue jeans."
for the Logans, Parises and Emilys of your life
for every time another name goes up in lights
it is a truth (not) universally acknowledged that a young girl in possession of opinions must be in want of an audience.