❝From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.❞
Edvard Munch (via larmoyante)
Me: I agree. If you're ever in town again, on tour or otherwise, don't hesitate to let me know.
My internal monologue: "Don't hesitate to let me know?" Who the hell says that? Could I sound more uninterested? Dammit. Should I add a smiley or something? No, I'm thirty years old, I'm not going to send this guy a smiley. Please interpret that sentence as me really, really wanting to hang out with you. Because I really do. I swear to christ, I am capable of both being excited about things and talking like a normal person.