I'm sam nice to meet you.
Use the sleeves of my sweater, Let's have an adventure, head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
as far as i can tell from my dash there’s some sort of gay musical olympics going on that only europe was invited to
I want to watch eurovision too but no laptop not swaggie at all
I think I’m emotionally constipated because I haven’t given a shit in months
“What am I doing with my life? I’m so pale. I should get out more. I should eat better. My posture’s horrible. I should stand up straighter. People would respect me more if I stood up straighter. What’s wrong with me? I just want to connect. Why can’t I connect with people? Oh, right, it’s cause I’m dead.”
when a friend asks you for a piece of paper and 12 other kids ask you too