a lot of my life
has
been realizing
that i
would
cross
oceans
for
people who wouldn't
jump puddles for me
jump puddles for me
If
I
died and went straight to He//,
it would take me a week to realize I wasn't in High School anymore.
I wonder what it feels like
right before you jump off the edge,
knowing your life is going to end.
do you ever lie in bed at night and then all of a sudden you start thinking about really deep stuff and then you have a massive spazz attack of "oh my god i am a mortal human being and i am going to die one day" or is that just me?
When I die, I'm
going to
invite everyone I ever knew to my
funeral, and I'll make sure they play a remix of "Call
Me Maybe", "Gangnam Style", and "Harlem
Shake" and whoever sticks it out the longest is going to
inherit everything I have.
Yes, I put the fun in funeral.
sometimes in the weekends i pick bunches of flowers from my garden and take them down to a graveyard that's a thirty minute walk from my house, and i'll lay them on the graves that are old and mossy and don't have any flowers left on them. it's not something i tell people about, but it makes me sad that no one remembers the people buried there, so i do that for them. i don't know, it'd be nice to have someone do that for me when i die.
I hope I
can
still remember
the
dance to 'Thriller' when I
become a zombie.
Why do we kill people
who kill people
To prove that killing is wrong
To prove that killing is wrong
