February 2012
Musical Insults
Brand New: Have another drink and drive yourself home. Hope there’s ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seat belt and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Mayday Parade: I hope you fall into the ocean, and the current leaves you helpless, swimming around, as the waves crash over you until you drown and float away.
The Maine: You’re as fake as the moans you make. And you’re as weak as the hearts you break.
We are the In Crowd: You’re not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you.
All Time Low: THAT GIRL THAT GIRL SHE’S SUCH A BITCH
One of these things is not like the others.
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That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
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I always assume that people hate me unless they actually explicitly say that they don’t hate me and then after they say it i assume that they hate me until they say it again