"I don’t think those were regular sour patch kids wrapped in aluminum foil in your sock drawer" or "The night I dropped acid with my cousin."
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?
"No matter where I go or whore my mind, I’ll always stumble home and pray I’ll find you with your flame-thrown eyes and jilted smile, so you can soothe my wounds and drain my bile"
In Defense of the Genre // Say Anything
Translucent purple 2xLP (500 HT exclusive)
So sad mine isn’t purple. I ended up with the gold one.
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