Weeks later and I still can’t stop thinking about it.
Happy Friday, boys and girls.
(Meant to be listened to at high volumes and preferably while dancing)
“I’m certain, as we filed down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.”
So… what you’re saying is that I probably shouldn’t go to Tanlines’ 11:30 pm set tonight?
Oh, Miranda. You always know.
