when you finish masturbating the second before someone gets home
are u ever out with ur friends and u can’t stop thinking about a song and all u wanna do is go home and sit in the dark and listen to that song 45 times in a row
it’s the year 2081. facebook is now on a chip you implant into your hand that allows you to type your status in midair. twitter can be controlled with thoughts. tumblr still has the same damn video player.
how does music say goodbye
that was shit