#say the unsayable say the most human of things

[goalofthecentury]

im so close to suing dave le’aupepe for emotional damages honestly. like i have got to stop listening to go farther in lightness but i cant. because he is the only one who gets it. the ONLY one

#like. say the unsayable say the most human of things if everything is temporary i will bear the unbearable terrible triteness of being #you know ???

[bropunzeling]

BTS - would you give us some DVD commentary for make a move?

sure! here's some for the first few scenes hiding under the cut:

The first thing Timmy learns about Brady is that he's nice.

That's not exactly true. Timmy learns Brady is big, first. Same day that Brady drives him over to Mark Stone's house with the promise of a bedroom and a couple of friends to weather the season with. He learns it from looking at Brady’s hands on the steering wheel, the absent-minded way he expands to fit all available space. [the video about timmy's contract changed me as a human being. brady is SO big and SO determined to touch timmy as much as possible, and timmy is gonna let him. hand on timmy's neck! what if i die.]

But then Brady says, when Timmy asks about the rent, "Nah, you're good, man. I got you," [timmy "sugar baby" stützle] and that's when Timmy learns Brady is nice.

Timmy keeps learning that lesson throughout the season. Brady likes to pay for things. To open doors. To make sure people are having a good time: at practice; at a night out; at home on the couch. His credit card is the one that gets slapped down first. His offer of a ride home is always loudest. Not to say Brady is polite, or anything like that. But he's genuine in a way Timmy finds appealing and confusing, that he hasn't fully figured out yet. [i find brady's very like, unforced genuine niceness (wrapped up in tkachuk-ery) to be really endearing! he cares for his guys, he cares for his family, he's always 100% all in. it's super charming to me.]

Maybe it shouldn't have been surprising that Brady is nice, too, when it comes to sex. [he is SUCH a dyed-in-the-wool romantic] The first time, they’re just coming off a big win in a season that hasn't had many. Brady sings along badly with the music at the bar, grins at Timmy conspiratorially, doesn’t look away when Timmy stares for too long at his mouth. Brady puts both of them in the Uber, gives the driver his address, leads the way inside his condo as Timmy follows him with all of his unsayable want aimed directly at the back of Brady’s neck. [important that brady is the instigator of most of this until timmy figures out what it is that he wants; in the final sex scene obviously this gets flipped and timmy actually has to say what it is that he wants/reassure brady in turn] Brady turns around and kisses him up against the door. Brady leads him down the hallway to his bedroom. Brady—

After the first time, Brady rolls over and kisses him off-center. "That okay?" he asks.

Timmy nods. Of course it was okay. It was with Brady, who he's thought about doing this with for a year, if not longer; he's spent hours of his time waiting for the casual shoves and jostling and arm around his shoulders to become something else. Now, it has: Brady kissing him over and over; Brady fucking him slowly and carefully, forehead dropping to rest against Timmy's own.

"Yeah," he says when it becomes clear Brady’s waiting for a real answer. "Definitely." [obviously in fanned fiction we (to use the royal we) often write sex as like, well these two people are attracted or connected or in love and of course the sex they have is going to be hot and good and 10/10, because it's indulgent and a bit wish-fulfillment-y. but that's not how sex is like! even in relationships where you love each other! and it's not to say that like, it's a bad thing to have sex that's fine, or to have sex to form emotional connection more than because you are actually finding it hot, you know? but i really wanted to explore that tension of like, timmy enjoys sex with brady because it is brady, but not because the sex is actually scratching a given itch for him. and he doesn't even know what it is that he wants until later, and then has to figure out how to ask for it without hurting brady's feelings or dying of embarrassment. it's fun!]

In many ways, hooking up with Brady is the same as being friends with him. [the first draft of this fic had them actually dating dating. it wasn't until i was partway through that i realized it works better if they haven't named what it is they're doing, because then you have two elephants sitting in the room: what do you want (sexually) and what do you want (emotionally)? are the answers to those questions the same for both of you? is it worth risking what you have right now to ask for what you actually want?]

They still spend most of their time together, even outside of practice, games, travel. Timmy has two drawers of Brady’s dresser for his shirts and pants, a quarter of Brady’s closet for the game day suits that go straight from the dry cleaner onto Brady’s hangers. His favorite lager sits next to Brady’s light beer in the fridge. Brady talks about Timmy to his mom, though he's careful about what he says and how he says it; Timmy talks about Brady to his parents, says mein Freund and doesn't know how to feel about knowing they'll assume one meaning and not the other. [initially i misspelled freund. they will never let me back into austria.]

The main difference—aside from Timmy being mostly if not all the way moved in and still not paying rent [sugar! baby! timmy!]; aside from Timmy being unsure how much Brady’s siblings know when he’s caught in a Snapchat; aside from Timmy wondering if he should feel stranger about letting Brady always pick up the check [brady is such a caretaker and timmy loves to be taken care of]—is that they have sex.

It's good, that part. Hard for it not to be. It's not like Timmy isn’t horny all the time anyways. At this point someone could touch his dick for thirty seconds and he’d probably get off.

But Brady is good at sex, and good at sex with Timmy specifically. He’s always checking in, always making sure Timmy wants it, that he's into it. Always kissing Timmy with slightly more tongue than Timmy expects, always careful to make sure Timmy’s ready, always remembering the way Timmy likes to be jerked off or blown or fucked [brady taking care again! except maybe timmy doesn't want that in this specific context.], and it’s good for Timmy, but it’s like—

Can something be too good? So good that it isn’t good anymore?

Timmy isn’t sure there are words for that, in German or in English, so he doesn’t bother trying to figure out how to ask. [i love these two paragraphs. me like blowing smoke off my little wild west revolver like damn! i'm not too shabby!]

They win a game, an unfortunately rare event. They go back to the hotel, Brady saying something about showing Timmy a movie he loved as a kid, Timmy doing nothing to ease Josh’s dubious expression about how likely that is. They go to Brady’s room, which is always neater than Timmy’s. He doesn’t unpack the way Timmy does, clothes going everywhere without a hope of being neatly sorted before they have to leave. They kiss for a long time, slow and syrupy. They fuck carefully, Timmy on his back with his legs looped around Brady’s hips, his face sweating from the heat of Brady’s mouth, the intent of his gaze. They clean up, Timmy rolling out of the wet spot and Brady sighing before he takes it. They plug their phones in, and Brady checks that he has an alarm set so Timmy can pad cautiously back to his own hotel room a few minutes before they’re due downstairs for team breakfast. They go to sleep. [i really love the rhythm of this paragraph. sentence rhythm and structure is something i don't consciously pay attention to but really notice upon editing/reread. here, i like the repetition of the structure - they do this. they do that. they kiss. they fuck. i wanted to create a sense of monotony, repetition, almost boredom? like oh, here we go, here's what we're doing, here's the rut we're stuck in.]

And it’s good—fine—good. It’s what Timmy wanted. Wants. Only—

They go to practice the next morning [this should've been a travel day or something. oops], and Timmy notches one past Anton, pretty and showy, does a big stupid celly because he can. And Brady’s right there, slamming him into the glass so hard Timmy leaves his skates for one, two, three seconds; so hard that Timmy feels it in every chamber of his heart, every lobe of his lungs.

“Wasn’t that nice of a goal,” Brady says, solid and immovable [me, trying to describe brady, looking up synonyms for big], pinning Timmy in place without any effort, breath hot as he speaks in Timmy’s ear [hot breath is one of those things where it's like, gross but in a sexy way? idk. i wanted this whole bit to feel like, it's so horny out of the blue and they're not in a context where it's allowed but it's happening to timmy anyway]. Timmy’s big enough, but Brady is bigger, and for a moment Timmy is pinned to the wall, butterfly in a display case [i love figurative language and i love a good solid cliche metaphor], and he can’t get out of it, he doesn’t want to get out of it, he wants—

Oh, Timmy thinks, even as Brady lets him down and skates away. That’s what he wants. [bam!]

#ask meme

[darubyprincx]

🎧🎧

Hello !!! :D

the frankest of sighs the deepest of shadows by gang of youths!

cause not everything means something, honey / so say the unsayable, say the most human of things

#oliver's tag #answered

[notquiteaghost]

🎶!

the deepest of sighs, the frankest shadows by gang of youths! "so say the unsayable, say the most human of things, and if everything is temporary i will bear the unbearable, the terrible triteness of being"

#asks #annieedison #this whole album. very good

[everythingremembered]

“And not everything means something, honey So say the unsayable, say the most human of things

If everything is temporary I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being”

#gangofyouthslyrics #hiking #music&friends #originalphotograph #music

[gad-dunap]

Sub-Commander's Log | Twelfth of T'keKhuti, 8972

 In the early days of Vulcan, there was no need for spoken words. Records gleaned from the clouded depths of Vulcan’s history are unanimous: society formed without the need for spoken language, as all proto-Vulcans could convey flashes of imagery via their innate telepathy, and what we now know as fu-fe-yontau-Vulkhansu was introduced only later when a proto-Vulcan encountered an a’kweth, one of our planet’s native sand-worms. The creature in question made sounds in conjunction with its own telepathic projection in an attempt to communicate, and as the humans say, the rest is history. Language, for the early Vulcans, captured the emotional or unclear aspects of phenomena more precisely than telepathy would allow. It also created a consistency not otherwise achievable when a concept is being passed from mind to mind.

I have always found it difficult to imagine language developing independent of telepathy, though it is by all accounts the more common phenomenon. However, it seems likely that the lack of any secondary form of confirmation is the source of the unmistakable lack of precision found in most widely known galactic languages. Fu-fe-yontau-Vulkhansu was a language intended explicitly for precision, while early Human languages formed from the struggle to communicate any image at all. I can only postulate this is the origin of such perplexing words as “thingamabob”and “doohickey”. (I have consulted several humans to confirm the spelling. It is not in error.

Naturally, Earth philosophy has spent no shortage of time puzzling over the creation of words and their meaning.  What are words? I would argue that the question is unimportant, as all of Vulcan has a shared, un-wordable mental understanding of what a word is that I’m sure could be transferred to a human quite easily if any scholars of lexical semantics merely requested it. Much in the way you cannot make flour out of kreyla, one cannot create a definition of words out of words. Only thought suffices.

Nonetheless, to Plato (no surname), they are the essence of a thing, which the Epicureans largely concurred with, albeit with more specificity. Cratylus further postulated that words were naturally ‘right’ in that they naturally flowed from one another, though gave no basis for the first word ever formed. The Stoics divided words into words corresponding to natural objects and lekta, the unsayable, which correspond to parts of speech unrelated to an object. I am told the study of how words change over time, The Epicureans and Stoics both, rightfully, believed words were a sort of border between the readily apparent and the non-apparent. It is admirable, perhaps, that these two schools came to so correct a conclusion so early, even if an incomplete one, but later study appears to have complicated the idea somewhat. Later philosophers like Augustine separated signs into more and more categories: apparent, non-apparent, temporarily non-apparent, temporarily apparent, and so on. He concluded that words were an essential method of transmitting something from one mind to another, but his interpretation took on an air of divinity and leaned into magical applications of words.

I find myself once again concluding that while humans are able to approach the use of logic in examining the world, they fail to meet it entirely. This has yet to be a useful pursuit.

Sub-commander Sozhik Vulcan Expeditionary Group Xenophilosophy Division

#vulcan #fiction #sozhik #star trek #officer's log

[theguardianace]

Ace! Hi! 🎧 27 babes

Hi!!!!! Ok so when I did my little doobly doo thing to pick a playlist you actually got an artist playlist haha!!!

The Deepest of Sighs, The Frankest of Shadows by Gang of Youths

They’re the band that does Achilles Come Down! I really like their sound so I listen to them while I do work every once in a while. They have a nice warm color, but it’s not very saturated and hollow yet full? And the main vocalist has a voice that sounds like a cello which I fell meshes with their more string-focused instrumentals really well. I’m not great with auditory processing, but what lyrics I have figured out have hit like a truck /pos. This one in particular has a really powerful chorus!! “Cause not everything means something, honey, so say the unsayable, say the most human of things”. Heck yeah.

#ace answers an ask: game editon! #music my beloved btw. sounds are so good. would love to be able to describe them like a normal person one day #i feel like most people go like oh yeah it had a solid rhythm and a powerful percussion section! meanwhile I’m like it was Orange

[poetry-rivers]

The Ninth Duino Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke

Why, if this interval of being can be spent serenely in the form of a laurel, slightly darker than all other green, with tiny waves on the edges of every leaf (like the smile of a breeze)–: why then have to be human–and, escaping from fate, keep longing for fate? . . .

Oh not because happiness exists, that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss. Not out of curiosity, not as practice for the heart, which would exist in the laurel too. . . . .

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once. And never again. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.

And so we keep pressing on, trying to achieve it, trying to hold it firmly in our simple hands, in our overcrowded gaze, in our speechless heart. Trying to become it.–Whom can we give it to? We would hold on to it all, forever . . . Ah, but what can we take along into that other realm? Not the art of looking, which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing. The sufferings, then. And above all, the heaviness, and the long experience of love,– just what is wholly unsayable. But later, among the stars, what good is it–they are better as they are: unsayable. For when the traveler returns from the mountain-slopes into the valley, he brings, not a handful of earth, unsayable to others, but instead some word he has gained, some pure word, the yellow and blue gentian. Perhaps we are here in order to say: house, bridge, fountain, gate, pitcher, fruit-tree, window– at most: column, tower. . . . But to say them, you must understand, oh to say them more intensely than the Things themselves ever dreamed of existing. Isn’t the secret intent of this taciturn earth, when it forces lovers together, that inside their boundless emotion all things may shudder with joy? Threshold: what it means for two lovers to be wearing down, imperceptibly, the ancient threshold of their door– they too, after the many who came before them and before those to come. . . . ., lightly.

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its homeland. Speak and bear witness. More than ever the Things that we might experience are vanishing, for what crowds them out and replaces them is an imageless act. An act under a shell, which easily cracks open as soon as the business inside outgrows it and seeks new limits. Between the hammers our heart endures, just as the tongue does between the teeth and, despite that, still is able to praise.

Praise this world to the angel, not the unsayable one, you can’t impress him with glorious emotion; in the universe where he feels more powerfully, you are a novice. So show him something simple which, formed over generations, lives as our own, near our hand and within our gaze. Tell him of Things. He will stand astonished; as you stood by the ropemaker in Rome or the potter along the Nile. Show him how happy a Thing can be, how innocent and ours, how even lamenting grief purely decides to take form, serves as a Thing, or dies into a Thing–, and blissfully escapes far beyond the violin.–And these Things, which live by perishing, know you are praising them; transient, they look to us for deliverance: us, the most transient of all. They want us to change them, utterly, in our invisible heart, within–oh endlessly–within us! Whoever we may be at last.

Earth, isn’t this what you want: to arise within us, invisible? Isn’t it your dream to be wholly invisible someday?–O Earth: invisible! What, if not transformation, is your urgent command? Earth, my dearest, I will. Oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over–one of them, ah, even one, is already too much for my blood. Unspeakably I have belonged to you, from the first. You were always right, and your holiest inspiration is our intimate companion, Death.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future grows any smaller . . . . . Superabundant being wells up in my heart.

source: here.

#poem #poetry #rainer maria rilke #duino elegies #truly being here is so much #us the most fleeting of all #to have been this once completely #superabundant being

[latinocas]

'Cause not everything means something, honey <3 So say the unsayable, say the most human of things <3 If everything is temporary <3 I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being <3

#Gangofyouthsnatural #So real to me

[chamaleonsoul]

i just think that in a crowd unfamiliar I just wanna touch a familiar face and make friends at the parties I've feared the likes of an age to be wanted with truth and make formidable love see light in myself that I see inside everyone else I know it's not a lacking of spine nor of physical pulse it's just a feeling of distance akin to a feeling of loss of love in the youth of my limited life that passed in a violent and ritual screwing inside and the years unfamiliar are made of increasingly digital days and I am grieving the loss of myself with frightening malaise when there's weightless in youth and the sum of it's small just stand in the darkness and laugh with your heel on its throat 'Cause not everything means something, honey so say the unsayable say the most human of things and if everything is temporary I will bear the unbearable terrible triteness of being alone in my house frozen in time but don't get me wrong now, honey I am trying

#yeah #music #random talking

[sluttyfranzkafka]

I know all of you know Achilles Come Down from front to back but how many have listened to the rest of the album cause it slaps.

The way the instrumental Le Réel turns into The Deepest Sighs, The Frankest Shadows...

Poetry

#the way the themes of overcoming keeps returning #gang of youths #achilles come down #go farther in lightness #the chorus to deepest sighs frankest shadows...... like a gun to my head #say the unsayable say the most human of things #if everything is temporary i will bear the unbearable terrible triteness of being

[compassionhero]

it’s something, i think, about how luke is mythologized in his own time, and he accepts that role, he wants to give people hope, but being a symbol means being set apart. it means impossible expectations that he’ll take way too much to heart. it means that people’s perception of luke, the galactic hero, will always jar with the reality, because people look at luke and see someone who took down darth vader and the emperor in one fell swoop. what actually happened is that luke surrendered himself to die and then buried his father.

(and that’s not to diminish the strength it took, but being able to say i am a jedi, i will not give into hate no matter what you do was such a quiet, personal triumph. he didn’t expect to walk out alive after it. he didn’t kill anyone.)

and for awhile there are no other trained jedi, who could understand why he did what he did. luke literally and figuratively sees ghosts that no one else sees; even the people who know about vader don’t process his identity or his death the way luke does. rightfully so --- you wouldn’t expect leia to forgive vader, leia is a different person from luke and she has different needs --- but luke needs to grieve. so he does it alone. 

luke becomes mythic before he’s 25 and it’s so fucking lonely.

but luke loves people. he loves difficult people, prickly people, people with emotional walls and thorny pasts and short tempers. his friends yell at each other and pick on each other, in ways that for the most part luke isn’t hurt by. instead it draws him out --- they needle him and out comes the real him, underneath the galactic hero. when luke is being a drama queen, it’s those people who will make it seem stupid, and it can be a relief for him to acknowledge that maybe it is. maybe he’s fixated on the wrong mistakes, or burdens he doesn’t actually have to shoulder, and the things he’s most afraid of are not overwhelming trials he has to face alone, after all.

#headcanon. #*burned his father technically #i've talked about this a lot with izzie. it's about the inherent romance in seeing ghosts and being mean #also i've been listening to 'the deepest sighs the frankest shadows' by gang of youths and it's upsetting #not everything means something honey... so say the unsayable... say the most human of things...

[hellzkitchen]

please tell me everyone is listening to gang of youthhhhhhsssss omg 

#NOT EVERYTHING MEANS SOMETHING HONEYYYY #SO SAY THE UNSAYABLE #SAY THE MOST HUMAN OF THINGS #GANG OF YOUTHS

[jankwritten]

The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows is 1) a fucking brilliant song that I think everyone should listen to at least once and 2) is Kent Parson.

And not everything means something, honey So say the unsayable Say the most human of things And if everything is temporary I will bear the unbearable Terrible triteness of being

Like I don't know, maybe it's just me projecting onto Sad White Boy but that feels so particularly perfect for him. He just says shit and maybe he doesn't actually believe any of it.

Also, the song is apparently from the singer's perspective of sitting alone in his house examining, basically, the existence of FOMO and how we constantly fear that we aren't doing enough with our lives, and I feel like that pairs REALLY WELL with Kent and Jack's stories and lives? Because they both wanted hockey for, I think, the wrong reasons. They eventually find the right reasons in fandom and HC, but that to me reads the same as wanting to experience life in certain ways for the wrong reasons.

#grey's song recs #i guess that's a thing since this is the second song inspired thing i've posted lmao #sometimes i have thoughts #not PJO #OMGCP #omgcheckplease #kent parson #jack zimmermann

[redrattlers]

@bandsanitizer asked: a playlist based on/around comedown and your interpretation/feelings of it?

1k celebration event

comedown to me is really about allowing yourself to grow through the good and the bad and everything in between. “let it come down on me” speaks so much to me and i love how comedown wraps up the album SO well!! this playlist is kinda built around that idea of allowing yourself to feel it all, highlighting different emotions and with a focus on the comforting and hopeful nature that i find in comedown

i put a lot of thoughts into this (maybe too much lol), so under the cut is a little commentary for each song :)

comedown - it’s a playlist built around comedown, so comedown naturally had to go first! it really sets the mood for the whole thing

the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows by gang of youths - first of all, comedown transitions so well into this!! this song to me highlights that human life isn’t perfect and that there’s beauty to be found in that. on every playlist to which i add comedown, this one usually follows. i particularly like the chorus:

'Cause not everything means something, honey

so say the unsayable, say the most human of things

and if everything is temporary

I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being

no choir by florence + the machine - this songs tells me that happiness can be simple, quiet, it doesn’t have to always be loud, and i love that quite a lot!

both sides now by gang of youth - this is a cover of a joni mitchell song, and i love this version. this song highlights how there are multiple sides to each situation, and to me personally i interpret it as being able to look back at your life experiences and see new perspectives, that make you appreciate a moment more deeply, and somewhere in between, to not get too caught up in your own versions of things, a ‘to live more freely in the moment’ kind of thing!

your hand in mine by explosions in the sky - this one is all instrumental!! there’s a 8 minute long version of this song that’s incredible, but for this playlist i went with the shorter one. i love how with only instrumentals, this song makes me feel so much!

repeat by luke hemmings - i love the songwriting on this song, it’s really one of my fav songs off wfttwtaf. the whole album is very introspective in nature, but repeat and comedown (along with starting line) were the ones that personally spoke to me the most. i’ve since then kinda always associated comedown and repeat together, just from how i could relate to the lyrics and how they quickly became favourites!

carry you by novo amor - the build-up!!! this song is here because of how it builds and explodes, similarly to comedown. it nurtures that same emotion in me.

O by coldplay - gorgeous song!! i just really like the image of the birds and flying in this song, which i’ve always associated with kind of removing weight of our shoulders to allow us to fly with the birds. i’m not gonna get all philosophical here, but there’s a lot i could say about this one!

how can i make it okay by wolf alice - ahhhh this song!! i added this one as a small nod to the silver lining on camellia street lyrics. i just really love these lyrics

So how can I make it okay?

I just want you to be happy

nothing else is as important as that to me

and

to live in fear isn't to live at all :’)

waves by young the giant - again, i like the imagery, specially the image of waves to represent the up and downs. the second verse lyrics really speaks to me for that

Fight the fear, taste the grip, feel the slip, shake the soul, feel the waves

in and out, and in and out, and in and out

outer space/carry on by 5sos - osco kinda just had to be here, right? my og ‘it’s gonna get better’ song. i once said osco just heightens whatever i’m feeling in that moment, and comedown kinda does the same thing!

free if we want it by nothing but thieves - man this song just makes me feel things. i really wanted it on here 1- because i absolutely adore this song and wanted to share it and 2- the outro is everything

spark by amber run - i really love the repeated “let the light in” lyrics, it just really accentuates that positive feeling, it’s so good!!

do not let your spirit wane by gang of youths - my hopeful song of excellence!! nothing speaks to me more than that sentence. and i love how it builds!!! i knew right away i wanted to end the playlist with this one (fyi gang of youth’s go farther in lightness album fits very well thematically with comedown, if ever you want to give it a listen)

patience by the lumineers - i love this piano track, and it played after do not let your spirit wane while i was putting this together and it fitted so nicely, so i left it here. i like that it ends the playlist of a soft, hopeful note <3

for anyone that has made it this far and listens to the playlist, feel free to send me your thoughts or song suggestions, i am always more than down for that!! <3

#redrattlers1k #music #playlists #comedown #i really did put way too much thought into this but oh well #i had fun!! #alright posting this before the 5sos chaos that will be tomorrow!!! #i reallyyyy wanted to get all the requests done within a month but alas i still have a couple left #so yeah for anyone reading this that had sent something in i’m working on them asap!! #just a little update:)

[letaot-ze-magniv]

כשכנופיית הנעורים אמרו

Hold on officer I know that I’m a danger to myself and it shows/cause I’m on the other side of the law

כשכנופיית הנעורים אמרו

So say the unsayable, say the most human of things

כשכנופיית הנעורים אמרו

And the heard is no place for the brave and the strong/but I hate no contempt for the ones who just want to belong

כשכנופיות הנעורים אמרו

But I’m king of the earth

כשכנופיות הנעורים אמרו

I don’t know how to feel right/but I want to become my own man, I guess

@rainbow-worm-on-string הם מדהימים. הזמר כזה מלך אני רוצה להיות הוא כל כך.