in a crowd go wild & break the mold

Fangirl. Dreamer. Babe.


I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.

And if I like you, you’re pretty special.

Because I hate everyone.

(via mychemicalduality)

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.

Clearly I travel lightly.

Clearly I travel lightly.

This past weekend I attended a concert with one of my best friends and her mom in Alabama. I was having a great time. That is, until I felt someone’s hands all over me. Before this, a boy had asked if I wanted to dance, and I told him no. He then left me alone. However, whoever this other guy was that was touching me, decided that he had every right to then grind on me. As I shoved him off of me, he gave me a look like “Sorry, didn’t know you didn’t want it.” It was as if just because I was dancing and having a good time, I wanted him to violate me. Him and his friends then proceeded to dare each other to try and dance with me and place their hands where I didn’t want them. While I shouldn’t have had to deal with this, I decided to just keep shoving them off and not make a scene. However, they then decided that it would be a good idea to kick me not once, but twice in the ass. Like, are you kidding me? They would not leave me alone, and I can’t imagine having to put up with that on a daily basis. Never in my life had I experienced that kind of disrespect. 

So, I’d like to thank all of the Michigan boys who have been at concerts with me that have respected my space. In the past five years that I’ve been attending concerts, not one of you have violated me or any of my friends.