(wrap me up in chanel inside my coffin / might go to hell and there ain't no stopping
might be a sinner and i might be a saint / i'd like to be proud, but somehow i'm ashamed)

kavinsky, on the other hand, ruled the night. he lived in places that wouldn’t even occur to gansey: in the back parking lots of the public schools, the basement of mcmansions, crouched behind the doors of public bathrooms. kavinsky’s kingdom was not so much conducted in the red-yellow-green glow of a traffic light, but in the black place just outside of the glow.

tracklist: http://kav1nsky.tumblr.com/post/127414900969/when-im-fucked-up-thats-the-real-me-a

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