do you ever stop and think about how high school musical and breaking bad take place in the same town
i do not understand the big obsession with pop punk
i cant hear you over how much i hate my town
mom and dad just don’t understand
someone call the pizza guy and we can talk this out
it is september 20th, the technical start of the autumn season. you sigh to yourself, letting the baseball cap in your hands fall to the ground. it’s no longer summer. your hat is off your head, and not worn backwards. it is no longer time to fucking party.