four august
twelve : oh-two a.m.

we're all so hopeless.

"you can stop it."

"i can't, though."

"that's bullshit."

"it's in my nationality, it's in my friends, it's in my personality. ..i'm so scared."

this song makes me want to run away on an autumn night, windows down and those middle three minutes so loud my ears ring. manaical and out of control and no one after us.

but i'm just sitting and shaking.




listen : gybe