do you ever just get so zoned into your music that you forget that you’re staring at someone’s dick or that you’re walking in a crowded hallway or that life is real
I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection
Bc I’m in constant hiding mode from tools like you
Bruh. My chaa cake (yes, chaa cake) is bombbbbbbbb
The amount of questions Bastille asks in thier songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?
like idk dan you figure it out