“One of the big ones… WITH WINGS!”
“They say he’s got quite a big… taxi.”
“He’s packing a stretch limousine!”
“They’ll call your name and we’ll scream and shout… NINA! NINA!”
“Que se yo?”
This is a Daniela appreciation post.

No, I wasn’t kidding. Xanax, Adderall, and Tic Tacs are the unholy trinity of socially acceptable nightlife preparedness.
OMFG! *LAUGHING SILENTLY WHILE CLAPPING LIKE A RETARDED SEAL*
thetotalpassionforthetotalheight:
I honestly can’t.
….
I literally shat in my pants.
Thanks guise.
I think I stopped breathing for a moment.
















