People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.
this one time when i was seven i thought that i could talk to trees (because i had no friends), and i use to sit by them and say things and one day i was talking to my tree friend called kevin and this girl went up to me and said “are you talking to that tree, freak!” and i started crying and hugged on to the tree, and while she was laughing one of the branches fell on the girls head, thanks kevin.
*wears hottest bra and pair of underwear to concert incase fave band member wants to frickle frackle*
I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.
You can’t love until age 25.
You’re brain isn’t fully developed until you’re 25. If you love any thing (especially if you’re a teenager) it’s just lust. You love playing guitar? It’s just lust. You actually want to fuck your guitar. You love food? Same thing. You love your family and your dog? You sick fuck.