i can be a little weird about camp rock as a treat

Gotta hand it to John green, I haven't read his books but he has tumblring down to an art form

my brother in christ they're seven dollars. pick one up.

one of us always eat hot chip and the other one always lies

i dont think blond french men need to tell their side of whatever story they're in

‘I would fight in a war for you’ okay but would you wash the dishes for me

do you guys remember having hopes and dreams

everytime i want something i should be shot in the head

an interest passing feels like being abandoned by the evil spirit that had taken possession of your body

pulling out hanks of grass and sighing listlessly. i kind of miss being posessed. isn't there an evil spirit somewhere that wants to possess meeee

your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for a graduate degree