tgf fans will be like “i know a place” and take you to corrina, corrina by curlymcclain on ao3
Oh, to be a cryptid somewhere between 'eldritch horror with too many eyes to count' and 'ethereal being composed of constellations and moonlight' who lives deep in the woods in an old and abandoned library
Fellas is it trans to want to look exactly like men from broadway?
desperately need pointed ears, maybe even antlers
oh oh oh oh where I GOOOO WHEN I GO THERE NO MORE SHADOOOOOOWSSS ANYMOREEEE ONLY YOU THERE IN THE KISS AND NOTHING MISSING AS YOU'RE DRIFTING TO SHORE (where I go)
where I go... when I go there... noooo more weeping anymore.... (oh no no... no) Only INNNNN AND OUT YOUR LIPS the broken WISHES washing WITH them to shore....
touch me (touch me) all silent (all silent) baby just tell me... tell me please all is forgiven TOUCH me consume my wine... consume my MIND I'LL TELL YOU WHERE WHERE THE WINDS SIGH
TOUCH ME!!!!
my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "the word of your body" 😳 you’ll zonked out of your gourd 💯
me: yeah whatever. I don't feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw ilse in the forest
my buddy melchior pacing: the church is lying to us
Do you listen any music that is not for absolute massive nerds
I only care about music that felt like it was made earnestly. Some people are scared of that vulnerability, they think it's cheesy to be beautiful, to be fun. I don't listen to music for the sake of fashion, that's not music, that's projection.
and then there were nooooone
(happy moritz monday)