I just want to smoke, have a good slow fuck, and cuddle til I fall asleep. This shit’s no good alone.
I miss being in a real band.
I needs me a cuddle sesh asap.
That is all.
I need to devote some time forcing my clumsy hands to learn to play piano adequately. The time for Death Cab covers is no more! I want to be able to play Coeur de Pirate with pride.
I need a fucking release.
Mother Mother binge, feelin pretty good on it. Day three of listening to either them or Kurt Vile and nothing else.
Can’t say I’m mad about that.
Take me lightly, I am not the way I ought to be, I’m just the way I’ve got to be. Take me slowly, or you will come by injury. I will hurt you emotionally.
Can’t sleep, I need a warm body to hold.
Time to watch messed up movies that’ll probably just give me nightmares.
This is “Smoke until my living room is a cloud, then lay on the couch staring at the ceiling” music.
Year of Hibernation….easily my top breakout album of 2011 and I guarantee it’ll last well into 2012 without seeing any competition.