yeah the mess is mine. its alright

its good that youre bad again because that means youre learning things

too sad to get up and make mac and cheese so doordashing mcdonalds

FENDER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES YOURE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A CUNT FOR BELIEVING IN YOU

im not gonna fucking pretend my life is about something that it isnt for the sake of the b plan mate

i think you need to be a fan before you’re a competitor

I AM A BEGINNER AND THAT MEANS THAT I STILL HAVE THE REST OF THE WORLD TO FALL IN LOVE WITH

nevermind im gonna change the fucking world

way more sober now and tucked into bed. still listening radiohead. i think a part of me wants there to be some kind of line between good and bad music. i want to belong ti good mysic, i want to know when i dont. But in the end michl is not inherently different from David bowie or thom yorke. So me too. Im not inherently different. Im just me. And I want to make music that i like i guess

lonely. feeling mortal and talentless. Whatever

hate everything. feeling the sort of manic touch starved that makes you convince yourself you’re actually horny. sad fucking whatever

angry as fuck sitting on my friends porch at midnight with moths fluttering around sobering up listening to karma police warm chicago air im so fucking pissed ill never be thom yorke fuck im so pissed its like he’s an ocean away and i can never touch him and its making me angry

do you guys want to shut the fuck up or

im sorry im being a bitch at emo night i was supposed to have my tongue inside a woman af this point in the evening

why do men over thirty think they can get it? no, you cant.

all is forgiven if the bassist is hot tho