I remember saying I wanted to know. I wanted to know what normal felt like. I wanted to know what feelings do to your mind. Even if it hurt, what is it like? Even if it made me irrational, is it worth striking out? Even if I ended up feeling lonely, what is it all about? I wanted the chaos and hurt, if it must tag along, just so I could stop being a pile of bricks.
It's worth it. Every piece of it, listen to me, it's fucken worth it.
I can take it. Bring it. I'm still standing. I'm not complaining. I'll be here, with my stouts and your IPAs.
It's worth it. Every piece of it, listen to me, it's fucken worth it.
I can take it. Bring it. I'm still standing. I'm not complaining. I'll be here, with my stouts and your IPAs.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian