Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.
if this gets 500 notes ill download every single kidz bop album and marathon the whole thing, or at least not listen to any other music until i get through the entire thing (kidz bop is my childhood so ive already heard at least 7 of the albums but i am entirely serious)
MAX OH MY GOD
I HAVE SO MUCH POWER VIVID
GOOD LUCK GETTING 500 NOTES NERD