fuckkkk blur was so right. sometimes you really are looking for girls who are boys who like boys to be girls who do boys like they’re girls who do girls like they’re boys
exiting a uquiz halfway through when it becomes clear the creator’s narrow and immature world view and cultural knowledge leaves them totally unequipped to tell me which peanuts character i am with any degree of accuracy or insight
Baby come on get stoned get stone get inside it, inside it inside it inside get along get along get alone get alone get heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah baby come on before the going gets gone heard you lied to the Major won’t be long well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star when they knock for you
don’t forget who you are
Skinty fia
baby come on whose sidе are you on? I don’t wanna see the queen I already sing hеr song while they’re snuffing out hopes and they’re blotting out suns they claim to know the form in which genius comes yeah baby come on get your high heels on it’s the body is cold it’s the course is run what artless living all this soft pain thrills what calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills
can you feel it
Baby come on get stoned get stone get inside it, inside it inside it inside get along get along get alone get alone get was it the weed or the moment that stoned you? baby, come on, get the hourglass on I will dart into town no I won’t be long if the talk’s getting cold we’ll be chancing none
“The walls speak to me. They tell me secrets. Don’t listen to them, press your hands against your ears, Noemí. There are ghosts. They’re real. You’ll see them eventually.”
