Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.

Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via joshbgosh1)

my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone

You was never one of us. And you never could be.

This is the cleanest bong I’ve ever seen

This is the cleanest bong I’ve ever seen