You Are Going To Be Skinny, All You Have To Do Is Listen To Ana, She Will Make U Skinny, U Just Have

You are going to be skinny, all you have to do is listen to ana, she will make u skinny, u just have to listen to her and not your cravings

˖⁺‧₊˚ sacrifice is giving up something good for something better, break free from the cycle ˚₊‧⁺˖

Just a silly little girl with silly little thoughts of suicide

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

Mahito is shigadabi’s fucked up kid and I’m tired of pretending he’s not fucking sexy

how i be looking at myself in the mirror b0dych3cking every 10mins like i magically dropped 30kg in the last hour