Dreamy
Summertime sadness.
Sliced bread omg
I'm still trying to figure that one out.
I don't care as long as westboro baptist pickets my funeral.
I broke a lava lamp once. I like to throw things.
I was locked in a room with all of The characters Johnny depp has played and we all worked together to bust down a big locked door.
Hair. Always hair.
Alternative.
Not in Florida.
Wolf
My house, obviously.
44 hours and 23 minutes.
Tueeeeeeeewsday..
Pffft, what's a salad?
When they buy me things. Jk, when they listen to me whine and aren't aggravated
Drums
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2a.m., am gun shots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window in February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes. -unknown
Ghostbusters
When people who say you mean so much to them don't even bother to try to communicate with you.
McDonalds, I'm a fat fat fatty.
Roaches.
I don't.
Boobs. And physics.