- Finish the album Finish the album Finish the album. Bastards. Must focus. #
- The discoteque finally closed. The stars burnt away, dissipated into the sky. Every touch was blasphemous, every kiss heresy. Thankfully. #
- No, it's not ok. And it's ok that it's not ok. #
- I hear her laughter, desperate, hoping that she's laughing just the right amount and that the listener will like her. #
