What up what up. The name's Lindsey; Whovian, Potterhead, hopeless romantic, awkward phone message-leaver, chocoholic, occasional wearer of false moustaches. Not single anymore (I know, I'm suprised too). I like to think I'm funny, but that is completely open to interperetation. I often come across as really grumpy, but let me assure you, that's because am. If I am grumpy to you, it's possible that I haven't yet eaten everything in my house yet, I didn't sleep well, or you're just annoying the piss out of me. Aside from that, I'm generally a friendly person who is always willing to be a shoulder to cry on should one be needed. "Blessed be the cracked, for they shall let in the light!" -Groucho Marx Whovians Flailing
Me: *turns on radio*
Taylor Swift: feels feels feels revenge slut-shaming more feels you broke my heart and now I'm making a catchy country tune about it yeah yeah yeah acoustic guitar
Bruno Mars: suicidal thoughts and plaid and war zones and gratuitous morphine use pain angst hurt for some reason all my songs involve me unnecessarily dying for you
Rihanna: no one cares what I'm singing about but you can assume it's a shitty metaphor for sex while I gyrate in little to no clothing on fake animals but at least it's stupidly catchy
Every single rap artist: bitches hoes in da club lots of money she wants the dick all these songs are about clubbing and sex and does anyone honestly live this lifestyle outside of music videos
Nicki Minaj: hkjhkjhcw fweljfhwjhddljhd hfojencojen nieukjdh lots of fast talking in a weird accent ha ha ha pop culture reference I'm a feminist with lots of wigs and in case you haven't noticed BIG BOOBS I don't even know what I'm rapping about lol
Me: *turns off radio*
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