I've been looking at the ground.The ground is cold and my feet hurt because he broke his ankle. Vape died. Cart foggy. WE chillin tho. Sexc and thriving. You dont know about it. Looking for god in my skinny ass cat. Why she looking at me like that? Constellations and enlightenment and whatever you want to talk about. Eye open 555 box breathing pink lemonade
why would they take this off spotify
i spend a lot of time sitting in my car listening to the end of Crab by Alex G. it seems to always play right before i get somewhere. i keep my car running and wait becayse i do miss my favorite somg when i thought i knew what was wrong.last may i hated my job and put in a two-weeks notice citing panic. After i quit I rotted in my living room for a month and watched breaking bad. eventually i saw my friends again and shifted to jazz and electric relaxation. Now, its a new may and I live far away and I feel fifteen and can't seem to get out of bed in the morning. I think of how i felt when i was actually fifteen and feel okay about sitting with her for a bit. Soon, I"m sure I will sit in the sun and listen to electric relaxation and feel sure about myself but for right now I'll hang out here.I think i have some things to learn.
Most of my eighteenth year was spent in dramatic revelation. With every rejection and every inspirational YouTube video, some thickness of outer skin shed and a slimy new creature would crawl from the crumpled folds at my feet. At second glance, Id find only the ground and old skin still clinging to bones. Introspection is grasping the coattails of a fleeting, hallucinated self.I squint my eyes to see if this is really change. Its dark. Julia Soboleva made this picture. I imagine myself as the red and the suited.I'm not sure which levers to flip.