"elliott smith, drea"

[dreaisafungeon]

i am covered in bed bug bites and tea tree oil, i only like people who genuinely, honestly and non-ironically believe that the moldy peaches are the best thing to ever happen to life (ever) and that new york city is a graveyard. if anyone wants me - i have fallen into the view from my dining room window and matt is stabbing me muttering "elliott smith, drea". we are both on acid. love?

ps we have filled in "cute" as the religion and language on our census forms.