“I keep rearranging the letters of my sisters The Beatles sign on her bedroom door.
She is not happy.”
I’ve given up trying to make them normal.
ok and now there’s another one
i didnt know the beatles could become so many words
trying to comfort a friend
parental figure: “sit like a lady”
my timing is. not the best
My AP euro teacher wouldn’t let our class watch Les Mis so we barricaded the door and screamed “VIVE LA REVOLUCIÓN” when he tried to get in.
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again
i mean dude
2013 even looks like a shitty number to me and it was a shitty year
2014 looks so much more appealing to me.
2014 is going to be a good year, i can feel it.
no words can explain how wrong i was.
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything
on a scale of one to breaking up your band after twelve years how bad is your idea
He tried to give a flying fuck.