The French LOVE her, and I love that they love her.
Lana Del Rey is like Adele’s hot younger sister.
And she’s everywhere here. Her music is always playing, remix versions too. She’s my host-sister’s ringtone. She’s even the bored/tired/slightly scary face of H&M.
Look, she’s so bored. Bored betch.
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What better place to go with your gay bestie than a gay bar?!
That’s a no brainer, a piece of gluten-free rice cake, right? WRONG. As much as I like boys who like boys, the feeling isn’t mutual! That’s right, THEY DIDN’T WANT ME. I think the bouncer’s exact words were, “This gay club, it for boy only.” Shit, Ferdinand, don’t you know my gay bestie and I are going to bring in some serious revenue tonight? Continue reading
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