thinkin about trying to make a career out of crying to survival by adult mom in the crawlspace under a billionaire's house, knife in hand, so blissfully happy,
appointments by julien baker plays quietly from a gently used ipod nano as i sit on the ground in a corn field (country girls make do), a single poetic tear on my cheek
my dream music festival would look like this: me, crying in a baskin-robbins while burnin up by the jonas brothers is performed live a couple hundred yards away
do you think it's FUNNY? i've spent the last fifteen minutes crying in the set of the cw show Supernatural and listening to come clean by hilary duff on repeat and you think it's FUNNY?
blaming my tears on onions being cut nearby in this bj's brewhouse bathroom stall because apparently somebody here set their ringtone to disturbia by rihanna
hey hey heeey! you can't make fun of me for crying to me & my dog by boygenius in your dad's house! it's my birthday! i'm a little guy and it's my birthday!
i keep trying to summon the spirits to this gas station but i can't focus through the tears whenever (manifest) by the weakerthans comes up on shuffle, and it keeeeeps coming up on shuffle