The next time I’m in 8th grade and my boyfriend dumps me for that slutty cheerleader just because she got boobs even though he said we would be forever, I’m going to take all the NIN/Depeche Mode/Smiths mix tapes he made me and melt them into a skull. Then I’m going to leave it on his doorstep. Along a flaming bag of Hot Pockets and a lingering toot. (via Badder Homes and Gardens
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skull is awesome. don’t know about the “slutty cheerleader” remark. ;)