Back where we started. I’m still fucking rock solid.
And all of my contacts are dead in the road.
Spent all my money on something rock solid, screaming
Fuck that shit, bitches, and fuck what I’m told.
(Scarijuana by Dance Gavin Dance. Off the album Cosmic Theory. Which doesn’t exist. You guys get it at this point.)
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life; Love shouldn’t be one of them
DAMNIT WHY DID I STOP TO LOOK AT THIS. my heart.