I slip lyrics into conversation very often. It makes people think I’m philosophical and smart but really I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
My friend is cutting potatoes in the kitchen but none of us in this room can see her
we can only hear the sounds of the knife against the cutting board and my friend occasionally shouting “bad potato!”
college is amazing
reblog this if you’re a CACTUS blogging from PRISON
imagine how much power you’d have if you woke up with a clear face and perfect hair every day