i carry lots of things with me but unfortunately they’re all on my back and i can’t tell which is which so sometimes i drop the wrong things just to get some relief.
i have an emo headache i need some advil lavigne
you’re a true blue, and i know my blues.
i don’t care if i never saw the movie or show or book that you’re talking about, i’m still gonna just go “oh yeah” when you ask me if i know about it because i’m a fucking liar and i just want this conversation to end so i can go take a shit and be alone or something.
none of this shit is gonna matter when i’m on tour with avril lasagne getting all the babes and crashing all the malls.
like look at this selfie my friend jon took
and try to tell me that reptilian shapeshifters aren’t real and aren’t following our every move
the truth is out there
what that is?
i need to go to rehab for tumblr. i can’t stop, it’s a problem, and it’s interfering with my life.