Hurricane Fred ("What about Fred, y'all?!") has dimmed and dampened our half of the country, from Norte to Sur. It's fall. And school has started and today is the eighth anniversary of you-know-what. I'm sixteen, returning to Massachusetts for the first day of classes, ALL OVER AGAIN. And it will pass. At some point, it will be sunny (this weekend?).
But in the meantime---our greatest suicidal pop star, the absolute embodiment of the death-addled, emotional, Cagney-esque movie gangster and also a relatable icon for the odd bourgeois teen with drug problems (ahem):
2 comments:
badger!!
woah
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