Hello, yeah, anxiety?
Listen, I know you’re pretty much booked to visit me every day for the rest of my life,
but maybe next week or something, you could like,
not come over?
It’s nothing personal or anything..
I just hate you.
but how am i supposed to know the world is fucked up if banksy doesn’t spray paint it on a public wall
If you didn’t fall in love with Andrew Garfield in this scene you’re lying.