you can see his accent omfg
People don’t come to see freaks of the heat of the day. They come in the evening. When the darkness moves in and speaks of mystery. The unknown. When logic loosen up its vice grip and the imagination comes out to play. The night allows the stars to shine and we come alive.
I feel incredibly awkward as a human being and incredibly teenaged still
turn on: when all my coloring pencils are sharpened and pointy
pretending to be sober in front of your friends parents
It’s not over till they’re all dead.