Whiplash

I WANNA BE ONE OF THE GREATS. And I will never apologize for how I tried. (to bid farewell to mediocrity you don't only have to offer blood, sweat, and tears. you will need to have a person so fucking adamant to skin you alive, feed on your rot, and make you flirt with death—think about the curl of their lips, and then make your life revolve around it. basic rule of law in ensuring you will never be sane again. and then die remembered.)