i almost don’t want to click “view all 5 comments” and ruin the mystery of how spaghetti turned into that
so many concerts, not enough money
so many concerts, wrong country
so many concerts, wrong decade.
ah yes summer time for shorts
*unsticks thighs from plastic chair*
when he doesn’t love you anymore when you’re no longer young and beautiful
I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.
when you can’t hear what someone says and they repeat it 98 times and you’re still like