i want a bf :/
and by bf i mean Benjamin Franklin as in a 100 dollar bill
I want lots of bfs
it’s 2014 and having a valid and logical argument with your parents is still “talking back”
you: i’ll have one beer please
me: oh sorry we don’t drink here, this is a straightedge bar
you: so what do you do?
everyone in the bar:
The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?
like idk dan you figure it out
50% of me:
"I love dresses and flowers and pretty things."
Other 50% of me:
"I love tattoos and hardcore music and concerts and skinny jeans."