I happened to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends looked in boxes. (That’s no way to live)
(What you callin’ a sin) Isn’t all up to them.
After all, after all I thought we were all your children.
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot.
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all,
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now.

I have slowly and inexplicably become obsessed with this entire album, but this song hits home pretty hard. These are exactly my kind of lyrics, not just the message, but how they’re written. Ugh, LOVE IT.

OH SAME

oh same

bbutterfield:

“be friends with me.” i yell at people i follow while making no effort to talk to them.

ryanrosspepperoninipples:

br0tox:

same

me

literally my entire adult life.

shoulderblades:

9230358% ME

I think mah hair looks cute tonight…despite being a weird faded gray-blue-green color.

…in high school I was Daria to a fucking T, but at this point in my life I’m like an even mix of Daria and Jane.

Hahahahaha me.

oh someone made a graphic about me

OH GOD SAME