musicians used to live in neighborhoods with the body counts of a warzone and they would spend their mornings huffing paint fumes and then they would write down 60 songs in 5 minutes and they all lasted over 3mins and the rest of the day they'd just throw rocks at cars and attempt to commit suicide. now they're born rich and sign with a billionaire record label at 6yrs old
milk is neat because its the only drink i can think of where you desperately want it cold and yet it would be unthinkable to put ice cubes in. a delicate limbo. a yuri of abscence. this post is nothing but you can look at it if youd like










