I’d answer the hell out of some questions.
I’d answer the hell out of some questions.
I’ve decided that I’m going to write a song called “Stay Out of My Dreams.” All I need now are instruments, melody and lyrics. Basically everything except for the song title.
Late prom picture post.
I’ve successfully learned the entirety of All Get Out-Three More, I Guess by ear. On piano. I’ve never felt more accomplished in my entire life. The next order of business is to become proficient enough at piano to record and find a lady to sing the female part. And then we need to record it for posterity.

(Source: stonermetalhead420, via mere-substance)
What get?
Days like this have the tendency to bum me out. For some reason.
Some combination of the following songs:
I’m pretty sure I killed the shit out of AP Lit.