Snowing
I Think We're In Minsk
Play Vera Lynn at my funeral, though I don't think we will meet again. I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful and I think it'd be a funny way to end. But I can wait to get there. I know that light is somewhere so I'll fucking find it I swear. Tie it down and drag it back home. Sunburnt like every summer. Sleepless like every new year. if I die, I'm dying right here. All my friends I'm begging you stay close. Real life: it will get you every time. Oh my god. now let me contradict the last few things I wrote, like, "I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful". Because I am morbid. The dam is fucking breaking