don’t even want my music anymore i want yours

not essentially because it’s good music, it’s just that it’s yours

i feel like a machine

i could be having so much more fun if it wasn’t for authority

and if it wasn’t for love of authority, i would be having so much fun

but things are better when there is no clash; always

something i’m trying to do is avoid the glorification of the human race

because we are not the best thing

smirks

i love them

it’s unhealthy how much i want to run away with you sit for hours in your car listening to music laced fingers this is unreal how easy it all is i don’t have to think and it’s the good kind of brainless the best kind you are sincerely the best i’ve ever had because it’s all just inhaling and exhaling as easy as that

very slowly you are becoming very important to me

DON’T YOU KNOW BETTER

STOP POSTING SELFIES

EVEN MY MOM KNOWS BETTER

so when are we gonna get married

this is the last reblog,

i tell myself as i continue to scroll down

i feel this inexplicable need to just sit in silence with someone

it’s ok even i wouldn’t be my valentine

how dare you do this to me you can’t just demand me and leave me hanging and then when i turn away it starts all over again you keep unraveling me like a yo-yo i don’t want to be your yo-yo, mOM I AM NOT YOUR PERSONAL SLAVE CLEAN UP YOUR OWN LIFE

we stretched the english language