
MAYBE IF WE NEVER WAKE UP WE CAN SEE THE SKY
*slightly aggressive clapping while Mexican music plays*
Sext: I kiss you deeply as I lay you back gently on the bed, my hands roaming up your thighs, palms are sweaty, knees weak arms spaghetti
“Ah, Perry the platypus!”
“What an unexpected -“
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!”
“You’re trapped!”
“By societal convention!”
“Look! We’re in a fine dining environment. Everyone knows not to throw a scene in a fancy restaurant!”
“That’s right. You’re trapped. Sit down.”
This show is fucking brilliant.
“maybe its not my weekend but its gonna be my year” makes sense when you’re in a famous band touring the world with your best friends with little to no responsibility and thousands of teenage girls willing to fuck your brains out alex i bet your idea of a shitty weekend is running out of pizza rolls you little shit













