Hello, friends and followers! xo.
Welcome to my land of obsession! My name is Erika - please don't spell it wrong and make me hate you. I'm twenty one. I'm Canadian. I love dance, country music, kind people, and unicorns. I live for good music, good people and good laughs. On a great day, I get all three :)
I love high fives, hugs, and kisses on the forehead. I love things that sparkle and summers that remind me of days gone by. You might get hurt if I get a little too excited. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade, simply because of the level of obsession with Marilyn Monroe, Jane Russell, and anything related to the 1950's era. I love compliments, but never know how to respond to them. I'm a firm believer that sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing. Laughing until I can't breathe is one of my favourite past times. I'm usually freezing cold, and therefore enjoy anything warm, snuggly or fluffy.
My laugh will probably scare you. I'm clumsy. I'm a TV junkie, and have this weird attraction to actors and musicians who age but continue to succeed. Maybe I'm jealous. Or obsessed. Probably both.
You might love this blog/me if you adore modern crime dramas, old hollywood, sitcoms from the nineties, awesome celebrities such as Mariska Hargitay, Reba McEntire, Mariska Hargitay, Christopher Meloni, Sugarland, Jane Russell, Tina Fey, or Taylor Swift. Or anything that's just dang hilarious. Because I'm pretty dang hilarious.
I'm pretty stoked that you read that whole thing, as I'm sure you had many better things to do with your life. So thank you for that. I'd hug you, but you're still a stranger. Feel free to change that. <3
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i make the moves up as i go
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"no one can love you until you love yourself"
that is complete bullshit
don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve love from other people because you struggle with loving yourself
this everyone read this right now
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once at my school this guy who had really long hair came in the next day with most of it cut out and nobody recognized him so a rumour went around that he died
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trying to do your homework and being on tumblr at the same time