Έχω καιρό να ποστάρω μουσική.
Η έμπνευση τελειώνει σιγά σιγά.
Σε ηλικία. Σε γνώσεις. [Όχι σε ύψος.]
And we're beautiful. We're doomed.

*you feel terrified at the thought of left behind, of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
we kid ourselves that there's future in the fucking. But there is no fucking future.


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