who needs punk rock when you can have punk cock
that could have been a very different picture
one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there
— Tim Burton (via bettychantel)
Yes to this with the heat of a thousand burning suns.
Maybe it’s just in America, but it seems that if you’re passionate about something, it freaks people out. You’re considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are.
Tonight sucks and I feel like a failure and I can’t stop crying