having very irrational/hyperbolic thoughts right now & i need to stop
"In a sunlit tavern, in a corner booth sucking stale popcorn, there I met dear Ruth. She’d only just lost the baby, seven months and a week, drank a month of Seagrams, kissed me on the cheek."
this album is so good. michael cera diy king
so true i always thought i was the only person that listened to/loved this album
very anxious about every single day that follows this exact moment