I like corpses
Kid: Yeah give me a pack of Marlboro Reds.
Cashier: Are you 18?
Kid: It's okay, they're a metaphor.
i am so threatened by pretty girls they are terrifying
one time I fell in love for a girl she had freckles and nice eyes I wrote her a small poem and gave her a nacre shell she said “thank you but I like another boy” and as I fell for her I fell apart and thought I would never ever fall in love again