#fruitofthewound

It’s like. Blood under your nails. Scars on your forearm. Spinning head picking up momentum. He’s never been afraid but you want him to be. You want it to dog at him, chase him into sleep.

there is literally no quality i find more attractive in another person than a stage presence. as a theatre tech, this has made my job difficult by

last night’s concert was too good. my neck, my back, etc. are very sore

i’m so fucking done with being alive. i’m not sure why, though, ‘cause nothing’s technically wrong atm.

ain’t nothing hotter than a stage presence

anyway. i consider an album’s quality to be inversely proportional with the amount of love songs on it.

amazing how much i care about the way my body looks for someone who is wholly convinced that this plane of existence isn’t real