Anonymous said: I mean this in the least creepy way possible, but I want to wreck you sexually. Then we could cuddle. Then nachos. Then play you music. And then maybe play Mario Kart or something.
Can I just have the nachos? I suck at Mario Kart, sex sounds terrible, and it depends what music you’re playing.
You’re on stage, you’re having fun.
You’ve got fans, you think you’ve won.
I’m not jealous, I’m fucking disgusted.
Your attitude cannot be trusted.
17 years old and on top of the world.
A loser one minute, next you’re shitting gold.
You’re a product of the message board hype machine.
You’re a flavor of the week in a ******** scene.
Shoot you in the head at your sold out show.
Shoot you in the head and the scene will know.
That you live and you breathe just like everyone else, motherfucker.
Shot in the fucking head.
when i was a boy i saw things that no one else could see. so why am i so blind at twenty-two to the hope that is all around me filling up this room