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KIROKAZE

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day
Mike Driver
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shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON
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izzy's playlists!
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almost home

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@kindasortamaybefunny
A redraw of an old thing, i still miss tekkit
None of my business None of my business None of my business None of my business None of my business , None of my business None of my business What she does Is none of my GOD DAMN BUSINESS
I feel sick
lips teeth and gums bare down like missiles, i can't breathe or open my eyes. if ever I do, it's for curiosity, i make mental notes and wonder if this is what normal people are like
is this supposed to hurt?
I want to be alone now but every time I do I start to feel sick
I feel sick, I need a drink, I should wash my clothes, I should put clothes on, I should wash my face, I should cook, I should clean, I should put a different song on, I need to eat at some point, I should practice the piano, I'm scared someone might hear me, I should call my grandma, I feel sick
Spend the night with a stranger at a festival
have “fun” in a sleeping bag
dye your hair grow your hair cut your hair
cut your clothes, your calories, your toxic friends
do everything I didn’t do, then fluctuate between regretting it and not caring about it
throw up outside take a picture it’ll last longer get naked with your friends, put a coat on cover your chest, snapchat your tits, make out with a guy almost twice your age for a free bag of weed, remember the date of your first kiss, it’ll be a year in a week
and then dance and drink and screw because there’s nothing else to do.
Fuckin Music
Music was sacred, everything anyone made was pressed into immortal black discs and it took care to play. Music was analogue, you could see it carved into the vinyl and you could watch it move. Music was kids writing about why a Mars bar is better than a Twix, and how much they want a kebab, a girlfriend, a way out of their shitheap towns. Music was 3 page magazines published daily made in some kids attic, every issue with one page dedicated to pictures of chords, here's D, C, and Am, start a fucking band. Music was war, it was life or death, it was getting beat up over what patch you sewed to your school bag. Music was happening. Now it's not.
sleep in the heat (pup)
I DONT GET IT I DONT GET PEOPLE I DONT KNOW HOW TO SATISFY ANY OF YOU I NEVER PLAYED RUGBY I NEVER PLAYED RUGBY
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