an urge that never went away from my emo youth is to post song lyrics. I am constantly restraining myself from changing my fucking social bios from things like “putting down the roses, picking up the sword”
they promoted a black parade tour making people think it was a nostalgia trip, fucking Killed the black parade AGAIN, and are now performing deep cuts and demos in front of a whole stadium AS my chemical romance. this band is for fucking ever
watched the all blacks game in a tiny pub in the Lake District, soul shatteringly hungover, only kiwis in the place; and everyone was SO kind and lovely?
cannot overstate how stressed it’s making me that people are wearing uggs as shoes again. in the dirty streets? in the RAIN? those are inside shoes. clean shoes. the dirt flecked fleece makes me unbearably sad.
drunk falling asleep listening to a bedtime story but it’s just my boyfriend reading out the menu of the sandwich place we’re going to go to hungover tomorrow morning