i fucking love blackpool. there’s just somethin about the place. especially when the sun is out. it shone on a few things, it shone on me. there i basked. the attitude; the look; the obnoxious nature of the things they wear; the kind of connection you could so easily make forever. the primitive level of the depravity often associated with the mindset of a chemical neurostimulus response
can’t be assed writing a load of stuff, i’m flyin. i’m fuckin flyyyyyyin. kurt cobain, tell em for me
hold on / let go. up to you. keep your life in the original packaging, it will forever keep its value. and it will never, ever mean anything
stay freshh yeh? -_-
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