Boy Crush - Creep

CBMC - DRUNK TXT ROMANCE

Whatever, Dad -  "Nessa's Theme"

shout out to nick longo and rachel visitacion aka the other 2/3 of the fishermen narcs for all of their help with the song

you can get this song on cassette, among other classics, on dandelion hands is dead!! vol1 from my homies over at drip tapes http://driptapes.storenvy.com/products/11177292-dandelion-hands-is-dead-vol-1-cassette

what's the earliest bill murray has ever gotten drunk? (ft. the fishermen narcs)

we're fighting again

night routines fuck with me and
creepy things r stuck with me and
green-eyed girls are lilies 
in my murky work of swampy creatures

and the witch 
who lives by me
her potions help me sleep

text me soon
i cant stand my fucking room
earbuds wont block out that ghoul
who follows me around at school
halloween is in four days
i patiently await the haze
the candy itll make me sick
ill throw up till my organs quit

all the ghosts say
ur not cool
ur a fool
but we'll see u soon

michelle - MOP

i'm sleeping in my bed alone, which is okay. it's fine for now. and i'm hurting when i pull the covers off my body when it's three in the morning and the sun coming up is the only thing on my mind. the way i press my ear against your chest when we're sitting in the back of your parents van, it's all i feel that i have. numb when i step on the balcony late at night to appreciate the stars that remind me of your eyes and the scars on your face. numb when i lay my head down on my pillow. missing you is the only thing i think i'm good at, and feeling the imprints your lips leave on my body is the only thing i feel when i'm sitting in the shower holding my own hand, knowing this is all just practice for when i die. on the inside i am me. small, shy, me. on the inside i am catching your mood before you can steal it from me, i am planting the flowers that will cover up the scars i am too afraid to let disappear. my past is a window in my room. the window i will never close because being freezing cold is better than suffocating from the heat that drips down my skin when i lie on the sticky floors of my present. on the inside i am drowning in alcohol, shrinking, striking a match, and setting myself on fire. on the inside i am cracking my ribs open. i am starting from scratch. we laid in the grass in the middle of the park and when i couldn't find the little dipper in the sky you kissed my neck and showed me all the constellations you had hiding behind your teeth. i am not concerned with my past or the way it haunts me when i look in the mirror before i leave my comfort zone and i am not ashamed of my past when i think of other people i decided to dedicate portions of the sky to. when i think of the friends i lost to the crushing weight of reality on my chest. and i am not frightened by the past when i look into your eyes because you hold my hand and when i hear your heart beat through your chest, i know that this is just practice for when i die. 

thru yr chest//hanna a

i wrote this at four in the morning when the tears were still fresh

our house was blue

beagles - microwave light (demo)

From the album "town" (DWL020)

deaddrunkwithlove.com/dwl020

town

kitchen - pike

new song that may or may not be on a new summer EP
I know I know that it's you
I know I know I hate myself too
This has all taken a bleak turn
Self loathing and loving
Gazing at the stars
Hairs grazing on my arm
Head full of read
There is never enough
no there's never enough

Tangerine

a website that highlights female-identifying and non-binary artists

Whatever, Dad - "Nessa's Theme"

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