Snap my fingers, get myself over there…
…snap my fingers, make that bass disappear. ;)
When bands are so perfect that you cry every yourself to sleep every night and their awesomeness is just so amazing and perfect and no other artist can ever compare to them because they’re so perfect and their voices are like orgasms for your eardrums and they’re so sexy and perfect and when you look into their eyes on a poster hanging on your wall you just get pregnant and die because of the perfect fetus living inside you.




