sweetie, come here.

just a little closer, we’re gonna whisper you a little secret…

YOU LOOK FUCKING RIDICULOUS. stop making that incredibly vapid duckface, especially while you’re in that “ooops, oh my goodness! you can totally see my cleavage in that shot, tee hee, how embarrassing!” pose.

and while you’re at it, take that fairy print off your wall. what are you, twelve? do you have stuffed animals and movie star posters, too?

raver duckface?!? is this pic from, like, 1999? are there weird pockets of the world who don’t realize it’s 2010 and the world has moved on??!?!?

flashing four whole 20 dollar bills while wearing kid’s plastic sunglasses and a harry potter scarf your grandma knitted for you last christmas? the duckface chick digs how you’re rollin’, boyfriend.

the drag queen eyelashes, the weird boob/arm fold from the horribly-fitted corset-thing, the duckface… oh god, the eau de desperation that rolls off this picture is positively blinding. we’re going to need another bottle of wine if we’re going to keep looking at email tonight. anyone want to be a darling and run to the store for us?

WHAT IS THIS WE DON’T EVEN