You think about. You think about it, a lot. All the time. You think about it so much that you become numb to it. You think about it. Again. And again. And again.

You think about. You think about it, a lot. All the time. You think about it so much that you become numb to it. You think about it. Again. And again. And again.
I may be half hispanic, but as you can see the slight tanline I burn. I was in New York, last August. I need to do something before Roskilde because I will die.
It’s always there. It’s always fucking there. I’m about to lose my shit.
Five days until payday, it’s gonna be so damn good.
Four in the morning; I’m not sleeping tonight.
I’ve been watching my friends dog for the past two days and it’s really making me miss having a dog.
I will judge you based of the kind of cigarettes you smoke and the alcohol you drink.
Russian Circles are coming on soon, I’m so glad Thomas showed me this amazing band.