how we sell our shit

« U don’t get any credit for being original or imaginative,
only for being derivative in a way that’s fashionable at the time. »

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« The “watch a band play downstairs then sit with your friends drinking pints of whatever, ending up at someone’s apartment later and fucking them while the scent of their dirty clothes in their tiny little room lingers and trying not to wake up their roommate but not even being sure if the roommate is even there and trying not to knock over the mural with the polaroids from their summer backpacking Euro-trip and quickly finding some excuse to leave after they cum so you don’t end up at brunch with someone who’s name you don’t remember, talking about their family in Minneapolis” phase. »

— BRONQUES

i was scanning this when the glass broke (u can see it at about 90% from the top)