and that’s when we all died
write this on my gravestone
WHY IS EVERYTHING HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE LIKE I CAN’T KEEP UP THERE’S TROYE DATING AND CONNOR TRAVELING AND PHAN SLOW DANCING AND THE FUCKING DRESS THE MOTHERFUCKING DRESS WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON TWO DAYS AGO WE WERE ALL BORED OUT OF OUR MINDS WHAT HAPPENED
Troye knows when Troye needs to calm Troye down.
(q’d - thanks 4 bein alive man)
Person: Where do you see yourself in five years?
Me: C'mon now, I don't have 2020 vision.
Paul Nash (English, 1889-1946), Cloudscape, 1939. Oil on canvas, 52 x 63 cm. The British Postal Museum & Archive.
