"i fucked up--
that's not new."

a mix for the withering; for the writer with the snarky smile and crimson lips who still manages to grasp at his slipping humanity while darkness clouds his sight, who's been to hell and brought the devil back with him trying to bring back the good he can no longer see.

this mix goes from slow --> fast, so if you don't like the tracks at the end, that's completely fine. just close the tab. xo.

25 tracks