people who know stuff about guitar say shit like yeah the chord progression and the fingering i don’t know what any of that means i just like when it goes bwah na na new new neeeww bwah bwah
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people who know stuff about guitar say shit like yeah the chord progression and the fingering i don’t know what any of that means i just like when it goes bwah na na new new neeeww bwah bwah
she's playing toys why would you interrupt
devastating that you can live somewhere and then move away and someone else moves in and they live there and you don’t live there anymore but you lived there once
i will never elaborate because i don’t even understand what i just said
starting to think I may actually have some issues and even perhaps problems
“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via rosyofthevalley)
thoughts??
no thanks i'm trying to quit
Me after being diagnosed with cozy bitch disease
from ought by molly brodak, published in a little middle of the night
[Text ID: well... define hurt. Because I can't tell if I'm dull to it or if it is just everywhere. /End ID]
i survived a tuesday, and for what? wednesday? disgusting.
“are u okay?” no i need more money
Shaggy: Like zoinks, Scoob, I think Velma's into girls
Scooby: Resbians???
I could be better but I'm considering becoming worse
i can’t believe i am just going to live until i die. this is all so embarrassing
trying to outgrow the deep shame and embarassment woven into my existence wbu
not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread