Son, I found your fedora. At first I thought you were a brony and I was going to be very disappointed. But then I found your giant stash of checkered vans and hawaiian shirts. Ska punk forever, son. Ska punk forever.
*pours bong water on everything you have to say*
I need to run away.
But I need to take control.
I’m trying so hard. Everyday I give my all.
Feels like all of it’s gone. I’ve got no more.
What am I living for..
earth day is pretty much over now. feel free to start littering again