smelling spices, rom coms, giant hoop earrings, androgynous haircuts, telling my roommates to go fuck each other
angry samoans, antidote, bouncing souls, CIARA, descendents, die kruzen, haymaker, j dilla, left for dead, look back and laugh, sheer terror, social circkle, the smiths.
It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us.