The one time of the year I can unashamedly post kickass goth music.
Happy Halloween, you crazy fags.
Clove cigarettes and awkward dancing for everyone.
You miss the cloves, I miss dancing alone in a crowd of black-clad drunkards dancing alone.
Unabashedly so.
Can't change when I was brought into this world, so I might as well embrace it.
Come get a goth-boner.
We had those too… I mean, we made them and passed them down.
kek
Maybe not all adults. Some of us were still teens, like myself. A generation spans 20 years.
Imma hold you to that, anon. You'll find me in the street, starved of half-and-half, begging for Kahlua.
Too young for Neil Young and too old for Gary Numan. We straddled generations, but we all remember where we were when Cobain ate Courtney's bullet.
Gotta admit, I'm impressed by the power of this one. I've heard worse versions of the song, certainly.
Now we can't rightly let this bread pass without this essential.
truly terrifying.