(You’re So Square) Baby I Don’t Care — Elvis in “Jailhouse Rock”, 1957.
My mind screams Victorias Secret model, my heart screams eat as many chicken nuggets as you can in 30 minutes
What if we all looked the way we wanted? Our ideal weight became reality, our worries about money washed away. Your love life is exactly the way you pictured it. Do you think we’d all be happier? Or would we just find new things to hate?
this post just fucked me up
if u send me an ask complimenting me or telling me that u like my blog i will smile for like 38 hours straight