It’s not about guitars, but he just looks like a weenie-fied honky to me, last I heard. Maybe he’s flipping off the camera cause it made a crack about his most certainly small dick.
The funny thing is that you’re right because his dick IS small ALL OF THE GUYS TALK ABOUT IT WHICH IS WEIRD AND APPARENTLY NOT HOMO BUT
whatever man idek.
Last I heard acoustic guitars are pretty fucking metal
I said metal because he was flipping off and because his wall is filled with Sleepytime Gorilla Museum and Khanate music.
Didn’t really realize this post was about guitars anyways.
How can you even believe that? Everyone just fucking loves you so much. You’re so goddamn interesting and intriguing and different, and you’re so fucking you and it’s so fucking beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You make people say things they normally wouldn’t or maybe shouldn’t; you make them feel things outside of their realm. And all the while you sit there very pretty and straightforward and don’t feel anything, or perhaps only inklings of things. That confuses people. It scares them, it invites them in. They want to know you; they want to know why you make them feel this way, and why they can’t make you feel anything. They want you.
They all want you and you’re so in the dark about it.
She was the girl who loved Manchester Orchestra and insisted that all hot girls have Ramones band tees. She was the girl with long hair and short fingers and a thousand ways to die mapped out in her head. The one with too much to live for and too few years under her belt to understand that she needed to hold on. The one who hated herself but loved who she was. The walking contradiction of intimidation and beauty and cold ice cracking through her eyes.
But I wasn’t really scared of her.
I was just scared of losing her. And when I did, it was worse than I thought it could ever be.
So I stopped thinking and only cried when I had sudden memories of how much I loved her.
The Shins | New Slang
Shya: Leslie, you look like a hooker.
Me: I’d really appreciate it if you would show more respect for my life choices.
Fairly certain my boyfriend just called my vagina a petri dish.
