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freakout. let’s all hide this from our parents together i want so desperately to impress you, i want so hugely for you to like me i love nirvana (as of this morning), but i’m not faking i really do love Floyd the Barber (as of hearing it this morning) Kurt Cobain died on the cross almost thirty years ago he’d be fifty seven and I have a headache this **** smells like that guy who gave me my guitar my godfather (close enough), my childhood (ending rapidly) and barbecues in the backyard douse me in axe body spray and tell me it’s lynx it is lynx, i’m the one who’s wrong i feel real for the first time in years, and shorter than i thought 5”4 and sinking into the ground, so dance with me let’s take our shoes off in the street two songs, one movie, one podcast all playing in the background, and we’re off every beat I love nirvana (always have), I have a headache (always will) I’m teetering between high and not is this the kind of **** that makes you creative? look at the little bag you brought, it has bats on it it makes you so happy, look at you dancing look at you on the driveway, in your Kurt Cobain sunnies this is what he would have wanted
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Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 12:38 AM UTC
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freakout. let’s all hide this from our parents together i want so desperately to impress you, i want so hugely for you to like me i love nirvana (as of this morning), but i’m not faking i really do love Floyd the Barber (as of hearing it this morning) Kurt Cobain died on the cross almost thirty years ago he’d be fifty seven and I have a headache this **** smells like that guy who gave me my guitar my godfather (close enough), my childhood (ending rapidly) and barbecues in the backyard douse me in axe body spray and tell me it’s lynx it is lynx, i’m the one who’s wrong i feel real for the first time in years, and shorter than i thought 5”4 and sinking into the ground, so dance with me let’s take our shoes off in the street two songs, one movie, one podcast all playing in the background, and we’re off every beat I love nirvana (always have), I have a headache (always will) I’m teetering between high and not is this the kind of **** that makes you creative? look at the little bag you brought, it has bats on it it makes you so happy, look at you dancing look at you on the driveway, in your Kurt Cobain sunnies this is what he would have wanted
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Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 12:38 AM UTC
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