still on fire .

reading my Own unpublished fic at 2 in the morning bc i miss the bandito camp (place that does not exist) feeling Normal As Hell

BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge performance of my blood kind of crazy bc we get to hear three of tylers main vocal styles doled out back to back no breaks

genuinely have to laugh at people who think the 'my taste in music is your face' line in tear in my heart is dumb like okay sorryyyyy you dont have the romantics spirit. true loverboys among us know that being obsessed w someone makes you say and do stupid things until the person you love only exists in your brain as a kind of pulsing light that warps everything you touch until the whole world tastes like heaven and smells like honey