You’re brain isn’t fully developed until you’re 25. If you love any thing (especially if you’re a teenager) it’s just lust. You love playing guitar? It’s just lust. You actually want to fuck your guitar. You love food? Same thing. You love your family and your dog? You sick fuck.
You don’t understand, you don’t understand what you do to me when you tell those weird jokes in public.
-Story of my life
No ones looking at me!!!A poem by a sad cheerleader. (via qwrks)