Been feeling very Modest Mouse-y lately.
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself.
captainacoustic: all this talking all the time and the air fills up, up, up until there’s nothing left to breathe. until there’s nothing left to speak. up, into the better parts of space.
When I’m with you I feel like I could die, and that would be alright, alright. Very much in a 3eb mood today, haha.