they drive a limousine, we ride a bike.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
this is the part of the eurovision where europe may or may not start a third war.
(via dracosdownfall)
