Michael Jackson&Paul McCartney doing the dishes.
Everytime I see her I become a fucking little kid and break all my self made promises to forget about her&move on.I try to forget,but seeing her makes me realize why I shouldnt.Then the memories play right on que and I dont know whether to cry or laugh.I fucking hate this.These memories make me feel so alone.
I wonder why I hate when people tell me what to do……
****Bros before hoes,unless the hoes have no clothes.
That awkward moment when you drop the blunt and everyone starts calling you “Skip”.
Yeah.i smoke weed.Its for my medical condition.I-get-high-alot-itis.
Just because your last boyfriend hurt you&tore your heart out,doesn’t mean I will.Not all of us are the same.
Different From The Rest
She says im the type she likes to cruise with/probably cus im flyer than harry potters broomstick/friends with benefits you could be mila kunis/or maybe bad teacher and i could be your student/im the newest product and that other dude is old news/he cant treat you like a real mans supposed to/we should go to the stars and beyond it/cus nobody can find us when were flying with the comets/im honestly trying to make you a single promise/that youre the only passenger thats flying in my cockpit/lovesick but i dont need no nurses/your body is a temple and im only here to worship/where were you hiding all this time that i was searchin/now youre wrapped around my mind like a hindu mans turban/precious like a ruby,better yet a diamond/every day we spend together sun is always shining/lookin at the alphabet i forget the other letters/cus only U&I we should put those two together/we livin decent lives but i wanna make it better…