fuck ur dreams kid
I don’t understand it. James Coco went mad in fifteen minutes!
white mom: quit roughhousing!
white son: fuck u mom
white mom: oh heavens! thomas are you going to let your son talk to his mother like that?
white dad: go to your room billy right this minute!
white son: fuck u both *goes to room and jacks off and smokes weed out of mountain dew can*
‘But what if it’s not?’ I asked.
‘Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.’
|—||Morgan Matson, Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour (via observando)|