fuck happy hour it’s “mourning your first love while listening to eleven eleven by conan gray” hour

conan gray was literally in my walls when he wrote eleven eleven

3.15-3.19 of vodka cranberry. that’s it. that’s the post

actually it’s a good thing when someone barges into my room when i’m listening to music on full volume. the punishment for entering without knocking is seeing me crash out to vodka cranberry by conan gray for the 100th time that day because i looked at her picture and cried like a baby

when conan gray sings “you’re saving your face but you take it out on your nose. the white wind blows” the world stands still for a second.

what a line.

speak up ! i know you hate me !