I’m fucking seeing Loooooow. I’m fucking seeeing Looooow.
I keep remembering at random that I’m going to see Low play live in two weeks, and then I get a little scared when I realize that I’m making the exact same face as Max does when his mom tells him his friend is coming over in “Max got a batman costume”.
We all do what we can so we can have just one more thing. We won’t have a thing, so we’ve got nothing to loose. We could all be free. Maybe not with words, maybe not with a look, but with your mind.
A short pretext; We keep our bathroom door closed so that the cats don’t go in there and piss on things, so we all have the programmed behavior of knocking twice before going in to avoid walking in on someone doing their business.
Now … You know you’re fucked up when you space out and knock twice before exiting your own bedroom.
Herp-derp?
IT’S MUM
….. Maybe in England ‘Mum’s the word’, but here in the states “Mom” is the title of the bitch that spawned you.
“We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief ?”
“There’s love. There’s hope .. for some. There’s hope that you’ll find something worthy. That your life will lead you to some joy. That after everything … you can still be suprised.”
“Is that enough ? Is that enough to live on ?”
Lost a few followers. I dropped off the deep-end and have been too emotionally exhausted to even manage posting LOLz onto the interweb via tumblr. That’s a pretty pathetic place to be. Just be glad I’ve spared you all and have not rained down a relentless shitstorm of textual-woe.
Fear not, I will one day return to my rightful place as a menial contributor to the great digital void known as tumblr … in the meantime, I’m happy just as long as Comaboy still loves me.
(Source: snivellus)
VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA.
