A rotten tomato that refused to leave the vine
No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!
your beard is the night that poets write about
That face you make when you find weird shit at stores, and then offer it to your friend.
[ Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) ]
Nancy Sinatra // Bang Bang
Now he’s gone I don’t know why
And till this day some times I cry
He didn’t even say goodbye
He didn’t take the time to lie
Translation: The Irish kid’s been blowing shit up since the day he got here, ask him
I literally look just like this right now…..