I don’t want this here pomade, I want Dapper Dan!
Not going to have internet for the rest of the day. If you need me, send carrier pigeon.
Psychiatrists are emotionally draining. I’m going to go watch Mary-Kate and Ashley.
It breaks my heart to think she’s in a better place.
In forty-seven minutes would’ve been her twenty-first birthday. And I honestly want to die.
So as I’m taking the surgical tape off of my knee, I’m feeling like that girl who wore the ribbon around her neck, and that boy that likes her is always curious why she wears it all the time and in the end of the story she finally takes off the ribbon for him and her head falls off. You know?