February 2012
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showing my friend a band
me: do you like this song
friend: it hasn't even-
me: oh wow it's staring ugh this chord is my favorite
me: LISTEN TO HOW HE SINGS THAT LISTEN GOD HE IS SO TALENTED AND PERFECT
me: AND THINK OF HOW MUCH THOUGHT HAS BEEN PUT INTO THESE LYRICS
me: THERE ARE SOULS GRIND INTO THIS SONG
me: I FEEL TEARS COMING ON
me: HOW CAN SUCH TALENTED BEING EXIST ON THIS PLANET
me: I'M GOING TO CRY BECAUSE PERFECTION
friend: we're thirty seconds into this song
“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too,...”
– The Ode Less Travelled (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
Teachers: Don't talk to strangers online.
Parents: Don't talk to strangers online.
Everyone: Don't talk to strangers online.
Someone: So, what's your hobby?
Me: Talking to strangers online.
When I decide to clean:
When I’m told to clean:
