gaaaahhhh!!
gaaaahhhh!!
I think a lot about this little dim bulb of mine…
I fear that Stockholm Syndrome may not be enough…
I cannot go out with you… you’re covered in bees…
No no no, I’m okay, just listening for oncoming traffic…
I am scared that this song will never leave my head now…
I am frightened by contact lenses and anything else that must touch my eyes…
I could watch this for hours…