wildly unhip music

The text reads,

“YOU WERE FRANTIC AND FOOLISH, YOU KEPT NO TRACK OF TIME, YOU RAN YOUR DELICATE BODY INTO ITS NATURAL END, YOU BURNED ALL YOUR CANDLES TO STUMPS, YOU ARE TIRED AND HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAY DOWN, YOU HAVE EARNED THIS REPERCUSSION, THIS REWARD, THIS RECKONING, YOU FINALLY  NEED TO KNOW

HOW TO DECAY GRACEFULLY

“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep” – Mary Elizabeth Frye

Okay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for like two days, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Man. I think you know the rest.

the graffiti is stunning, large and flashy, everything that tony deserves. but it still makes his chest seize, makes tears spring to his eyes (he won’t cry, dammit, he won’t). he has to pull over to take a second to breathe, to try to stave off a full-blown panic attack.

he’s been having a lot of those recently. they’re draining, mentally and physically. getting out of bed is hard most days.