When you write songs and make videos you don’t know that 2 years later people won’t be able to hug each other and your video give a window to what our first post quarantine hugs might be like but there you go it’s a funny old beast this life.
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when ur flight comes from a world seven hours in the future and u were doing fine until u hit the customs line and started slowly deteriorating and the camera didn't count to three so u couldn't even try to cheese
when ur flight comes in from a world six hours in the future and ur stomach hates you and ur brain says bedtime and u just want to see your dog but ur country has too much customs and security and ur eyes forget to smile with your teeth
*goes across the world and sends updates to the fam as instructed*
*gets virtually no replies from said fam*
*sees the opera house that inspired the phantom of the opera*
mom: freaks out, meaning she loves phantom of the opera more than me, but it's okay
my vespermom drove eighteen hours total to pick me up from college the weekend before all of my finals and take us to columbus, ohio for #vesperprom and it was more than worth it 💕💙✨ @_VESPERTEEN_ https://t.co/LrzapJbnAw
@TheEmilyTorres three years ago i had a better brain for this stuff. now i feel like a ninety year old trying to follow all these latest threads and theories
@_VESPERTEEN_ !!! i'm wondering about the camera policy for the newport show. the venue said it's up to the artist (also my camera is my best friend and has to be woth me at all times) 🤙🏼💙
i saw @_VESPERTEEN_ once again last night @TheLoftLansing.
he performed by himself, with a broken foot, but i think it might have been the best show i've seen yet.
i caught a handful of moments and here are a few :)
in case you're wondering how the ocock family is doing this morning,
- corey lost his phone
- i lost my voice & am calling his phone, leaving creepy & croaky voicemails
- my mom bought 1,360 bags of her favorite black tea
- it's my dad's birthday
- and twigs is chillin as usual
sometimes i think about the day when my grandkids will ask for my corded-headphones, my high school running shoes, and my clunky, old digital camera for their throwback day at school and it reminds me how temporary everything is.