i dont care for jeff buckley’s hallelujah. very overly freaked out. you can tell he isn’t grasping the significance of the lyrics bc he’s too horny about the whole thing and it’s making him lightheaded. uncouth.
There are photos in my phone that erode my trust and loosen my tether, I call them the mood destructors and they serve no purpose other than to shoot shrapnel directly into my brain upon contact