I have heartburn, it's 1 in the morning, and I want cuddles.
Heck.
I want to get out of this awful city and explore with my closest friends.
Somewhere with abandoned houses,
Hipster shops,
Old gas stations,
A good music scene.
A place I can love,
And a place where I feel safe to be loved.
Ghost stories,
Making friends with the old ladies who own the antique stores,
Attending funerals of people we never knew,
And an arts district with flowers and record stores.
Falling deeper into the world of punk;
Screaming music that makes us thrash about and feel alive
Spiking up our hair to the point it could be weaponized
Excessive makeup we can hide behind
Being us.
I just want to leave here.
Songs-
Spray Paint- Black Flag
Stay Away- Nirvana
Moto Pop- Frank Iero and the Future Violents
Anarchy in the UK- Sex Pistols
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Sam Glaspy's Poetry
PoetrySam Glaspy's sad and gay poetry about her stupid dumb life. Welcome to hell, loves! WE DID IT Y'ALL- #5 IN SYNESTHESIA AFTER ONLY TEN VOTES THAT REALLY TELLS YOU HOW LITTLE PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT IT BUT IM STILL PROUD OF US!
