If I ever went to a Fall Out Boy concert and Elton John made a guest appearance, I would fucking cry and possibly pass out.
If I ever went to a Fall Out Boy concert and Courtney Love made a guest appearance, I would scream profanities, throw all the shoes (mine and the shoes of anyone near me), and potentially just fucking bounce at that point. All within a minute and a half, i swear.
I had a dream that Emma Watson had a thing for me.
And I woke up with music from Pocahontas stuck in my head (which I probably haven’t heard in at least ten years).
I’m really confused, but can I go back to sleep?
My mom just said “pot pipes and whatever.”
I hate when my cigarettes ugly burn.
Put your damn hair back, please.
That is all.