parate regis corvi

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

it's good when a vocalist gets really nasty and weird. if you're on the mic i want it to sound like something is happening to your meat and you're scared about it

the crazy thing is they literally played a paper kingdom song less than a year ago no one can say it’s impossible

anything to keep putting off early sunsets

the best time to break out early sunsets was metlife 8/9/25 in honor of geoff rickly’s vision prophecy. the 2nd best time is now

the final rule of being a sports fan is BELIEVE IN MIRACLES

petition to change LGBT to DFTQ (Dykes Faggots Trannies and Queers, naturally)

happy pride everyone

what's also crazy is that "i don't want to feel this way forever" is such a simple line but no one could EVER write it like they did

silver flinging muldoons hand away vs accidentally dropping his hand and scrambling to grab it again. im dying squirtle

some of you aren’t familiar with the concept of losing monaco from pole. on everybody’s soul you’re about to learn tomorrow

is anyone else thinking about Best friends means i pulled the trigger/Best friends means you get what you deserve

oscar to redbull this max to mclaren that but we're all forgetting what would actually be the most important transfer of the year which is grill'd stylist to mclaren

mountain ranges. morning red bathed ridges. stab up at the trembling blue horizon. grey slides lazily off rooftops. lands on the incandescent ground and dies. a flock of little men touch down on the thin surface of porch light. dawn's foot soldiers return. to march twilight across our faces. skylights ignite and explode, scattering shards of april around the room. no one even lives here. we're too busy crashing our cars every morning at the same house. paving the same roads. unwilling to walk them. and even when we extend ourselves its only to be included in a moment that stands still. so often we don't struggle to improve conditions, we struggle for the right to say we improved conditions. and so often we form communities only to use them as exclusionary devices. we forget that somewhere a man is beside himself with grief. somewhere people are calling for teachers. and no one is answering. somewhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose against the door. and somewhere these people are keeping records, writing a book. for now we can call it "the book about the basic flaw" or "the book about the letter a" or any title that a book about a man that no one cares about might have. as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing. the sounds of a vanishing alphabet standing here. waiting.