i don’t know, maybe because i’m usually never special enough and everyone is better than me but i seriously am confused when i’m complimented.

you don’t even know, bro. i spew out a random sydney accent when i attempt a london one. w-t-f. you’d think after skins/misfits/dw that i would have a better grasp. but no.

i blame natalie tran.

seriously. there you are, eating a lovely sandwich…. 

all of the sudden. you stop chewing.

GOD DAMN MUSTARD.

i’ll open umbrella indoors, walk under ladders, break mirrors, and do all that crazy shit.

and i’d get a lot more homework done, but you gotta pay a price.

best. chocolate. ever.