You’re not a real fan of a band unless you’ve been listening to them since their first ever practice in their mom’s garage and you bought every single one of their albums on vinyl, mp3, tape, vhs, dvd, and cd. you must also memorize every song of theirs on the woodblock. you must sacrifice a goat in the name of the band every night at 3 am. Only TRUE fans understand.
I live in constant fear of being shit on by a bird
if ur gonna be nice to me there is a 59382% chance im gonna like u
I’m going back to Boston, I’m going to my mother’s house, I’m sleeping in my mother’s bed, I’m gonna eat my mother’s cooking and I’m done.
you could read this from right to left or left to right and it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter