#sneaker pimps

Yes I now have to listen to my favourite song on repeat to ignore the fact that I am obsessing an unhealthy amount about my favourite author and we are going to ignore the fact that the artist this song is from I also obsess over an unhealthy amount. Yes I am aware I listen to every single one of their songs and all the songs from the lead singer's former band, but that's beside the point (quite literally is the point there babes)

Yes I will be making a shrine for both the author and the artist.

Yes I have made Pinterest boards for them.

Yes I had to physically stop myself from being too invested right now (as if I don't know practically every detail about them already) because I was making myself nauseous.

Yes I am going to burst my fucking eardrums. Do I care? Not really because I listen to this song normally like 100+ times a week and when I'm anxious or have had a lot going on it has gotten to be over 400+ times a week because I do not sleep and so I just lie awake listening to this full volume for days on end.

And the words beneath my skin The ink that you put in Destroying all the things you left around 'Cos I'm Earth-bound, coming down

Got something new the other day. Still healing.

Financed by the grace of a random man at a club, who overheard me lamenting I could not afford more tattoos, and on the spot offered to pay for one for me, seemingly just for the love of the game, and with no strings attached.

Shockingly, this offer persisted even the next day when he was sober. This was to the tune of £200! Incredibly grateful. Honestly, if he did want to attach some strings for this later on it's the least I could do, lmao

It's not grief if you can see through the source of it