Everytime i stay awake with my insomnia as my only friend, i think of Fight Club, and what my Tyler Durden would be like.
everytime i hear you whine, i’m reminded of watching the nanny. i might love the show, but that’s not a compliment.
Everytime i see scented bubbles, i think “that’s just a way to poison small children.” it’s easier than having them swallow lemon pledge.
Everytime I hear his acoustic album, I think of you singing, crying, and laughing while high and driving. I think of how scared I was, and how incredibly crazy I realized you actually were that night.
Everytime I drink a Monster Hitman, I think of that disgusting green apple squeeze gel in a tube that kids still eat.