born to be a melancholic, mysterious and gothic writer living in a vintage cathedral converted into a house, but forced to be a slightly mentally unstable freak prone to endless introspection and desperately trying to understand what is wrong with herself and everyone else. upset
im trying so hard to talk myself out of buying the glass houses incense burner when the bo merch drops like i know this thing is not making it across the atlantic in one piece
This ought to be the healthiest transition from clean vocals to screaming and back to clean I've heard in my life. Like whoa, bro didn't even pop a vein, he just shifted gears like it's nothing