"If I wanted to wear something that was a bit weird or crazy, people would be like It’s not cool and I’ll be like I’ll decide that, and if i wanna wear it, I’ll wear it.” (x)
We pull our boots on with both hands, but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
Rest in Peace, sir. At the very least, we know that in the afterlife, you’re facepalming and laughing as you tell yourself, “I can’t believe those were my last tweets.”