you cannot listen to this song and be angry.
The song of my people :D
The only love song my mother actually likes. Which tells you something, really.
THIS POST IS FUCKING ME UP
i’m gonna start a restaurant called “trust me” and the menu will be things that sound questionable but taste great
*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.
*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.
*points to living room* This is where we kick back.
*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.
*points to couch* This is where we chit chat.
*points to computer* This is where we click clack.
*points to shelf* This is where weknick knack.
*points to sex dungeon* This is where we paddy-whack.
What a truly awful website this is
If we learned anything from the Mayans, it’s that if you don’t finish something, it’s not the end of the world.
last christmas i gave you my heart
but the very next day your body rejected the transplant and you died
I have been waiting all year to reblog this