it must get annoying living in the south with all those banjos constantly playing
Stromae- Tous Les Mêmes
my uncle used to be one of those people who drove dead people to cemeteries and such
then he became a taxi driver and the person he was driving tapped his shoulder to ask a question and my uncle screamed really loud
I’m sure that’s what he thought.
I’m sleepy and I wish I was kissing you.
What if real life is like Lost and we all just slowly discover that we’ve been “dead” all along?
me:*spends $200 in a week*