My dream girl don’t exist
And at the age of five she slit her wrists
She didn’t know that I’d be hanging around
So her parents buried her in the ground
To this day I can still hear the sound
Of her life in outer space
Gregorian monks singing “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.”
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND LISTEN TO THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW
Why is this a thing that exists?
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
(Source: sheshitsinsilence, via elada-elu)
