Mindful But Gutless

I can be normal about things. Don't look at my blog.

i fucking love when halloween music is just surf rock with a ghoul laughing in the background

happy birthday bullets. an album which is fundamentally about hanging out outside gas stations at night and getting your eyebrow pierced in a grocery store parking lot and bottom shelf liquor and pot smoke in your hair and cigarette holes on a mildewed couch and cigarette butts in the cup holder and making out with your best friend and fucking your enemy and thinking about killing your boss and your dead cellphone battery and your friend who knows a guy who knows a guy and red slashes through calendar dates and the rusted muscle car up on blocks at the end of the street and past due notices stacking up in the mailbox you don’t check. and also vampires

gets a post like from the esoteric fetish mutual and slides a single bead away from the side of an abacus labeled KILL SELF

Not now kitten daddy’s building a wildly incriminating digital footprint

being called an old soul when you were kid and knowing you just got diagnosed as a weird cunt

Every Placebo song is like I’m Crawling On The Ceiling I’ve Lost All Feeling… I’m A Little Banana Peeling

completely sober in the club dressed in the raiment of the torturers guild

"I want molly" "I want percs" well you're getting leeches

it’s in times like these i remember ethan

We said sex hospital. I didn't know you guys meant we'd be in THE WAITING ROOM