me, making a phone call: god i hope they don’t answer
me, making a phone call: god i hope they don’t answer
slap that pussy to pieces
this is my last resort
Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.
when exactly is uptown funk gon give it to me?
saturday night when you’re in the spot did you not hear bruno
hometown // twenty one pilots
I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time
*feels nothing* mmm, don’t like that
*feels something but like, too much* mmm not a fan of that either
Fucking iconic