This sort of behavior used to irritate me until I learned about how invasive paparazzi are in America. There are no laws against it.
I’ve also realized, that by flipping off the camera, the pictures can’t be sold to magazines because of “profanity”. So really, she’s just protecting herself.
All I want before I die, is to meet someone who genuinely loves me. And not the sappy kind of love that makes people cry at the sight of them two. Or the kind of love that people seem to want—the “dang they’re still together?” type of love. Or the let’s-live-hand-in-hand-for-life type of love. I want the understanding love, the he-makes-me-a-better-person love, the happy love, the real love. Where nothing has to be faked, where we tell each other the truth about how we feel and not just give the answer “I’m fine.” Where our conversations are not just about the weather but instead about beliefs and beauty, where we can have debates about subjects most people turn their heads to, where we can find the simple joys that many overlook. That way, when I die, I’ll feel like I truly lived.
Beta Love (RAC Mix)—Ra Ra Riot
I AM SCREAMING