A fucking MEN
A fucking MEN
It’s been a rough winter for all of us, some more than others. ‘Seasonal depression’ is a pretty common phenomenon among us lot of uber sensitive, unnecessarily emotional creatives. We need the physical comfort of warmth to remind us that life is real. We need long, summer days to trick us into believing that we’re not running out of time. We need barbecues and pool parties to distract us from the imminence of death and other stupid melodramatic existential shit (things that only privileged people have the free time to think about). Winter, obviously, is an overt threat to our sanity. We whine, mope, weep, deck ourselves out in monochrome and refuse to remove our circle sunglasses in public, flattering ourselves with the masturbatory paranoia that other people will want to make eye contact with our sorry asses. We’re perfectly sad. Pristinely depressed. Depreston.
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ALL THAT WE SEE OR SEEM, IS BUT A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
Fast jag inte sett dig på så länge
Tänker jag på dig ibland
Det var nånting som fastnat på mig
nåt som aldrig helt försvann
Fan fan fan det skulle varit du
Fan fan fan det skulle varit du
it’s an illusion, darling. It’s all an illusion
love is an illusion
freedom is an illusion
in real life there is no truth
the truth is an illusion
smack. come back. heart attack
