Kid: Yeah give me a pack of Marlboro Reds.
Cashier: Are you 18?
Kid: It's okay, they're a metaphor.
i express my emotions in long groans at different octaves
(Source: crycaster, via bethcchilds)
i solve my problems by blatantly ignoring them and going on the internet
(Source: caonii, via wakeupyouneedto)
you’re as irrelevant as “ueue” in the word “queue”