it feels like when you have to play the radio edit because you're in the car with your mom. FUight the PAIN AWAY MY head IS IN RUINs

some people make music to foster human connection some people make music for money or fame and some people make music for their bizarre lesbian folie à cinq and the perpetuation of their broken closed world for as long as possible until it implodes in on itself and they all walk into the ocean

i don't know if there's anything i'm better at than crying and being glassboned and i think there's a market for this

oh fuck is it actually spelled like that

she drives me insane like hatsune misumi wdym you sat down and were like "sakichan is counting on me to write fusawashii lyrics i have to do my very best 😖❤️!!!" and then pulled out The Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells