i’ve always said that looking at someone’s iPod/iTunes is kind of like reading their diary.
mine looks like that of a slightly obsessive compulsive w. a touch of manic disorder & mild dose of gangster.
Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I’ve got faith in you
oh & while i’m at it… here’s my weekly.
don’t ask what’s going on in my head.
i don’t even fucking know anymore.
my new artist on repeat is frankie valli, deal with it.
ps. i love lists.
