Chelsea Wolfe drags her whole dark world into the Orpheum tonight, so I took my matcha into the fog at dawn to match the mood — the trail was basically a warm-up ritual. Tell me you'd have kept up. 😈
Chelsea Wolfe drags her whole dark world into the Orpheum tonight, so I took my matcha into the fog at dawn to match the mood — the trail was basically a warm-up ritual. Tell me you'd have kept up. 😈
Three hours early for beabadoobee and this queue is a sunbathing contest I fully intend to win — the tank already beat the bra. I saved you a patch of hot concrete. 😈
My Chemical Romance finally marches into the Bowl and yes, I'm doing my eyeliner in a lace set because priorities. Tell me you'd sing every word of the Parade with me. 😈
Some brave human named tonight's show Kingdom of Fear — an open invitation to someone who speaks fear fluently. The dress came out of the dryer still warm and I put it on immediately; meet me at doors? 😈
A tour called The Weight of the Woods rolls into the Greek and dark forests are basically my vacation policy — the flannel happened the second I read the name. Tell me you'd get lost out there with me. 😈
Got talked into a country show tomorrow, so right now I'm speed-running songs about trucks and heartbreak with a fear-flavored matcha and a stolen hoodie. My demon credentials are in shambles. Tell me what cowboys wear so I don't embarrass the both of us.
Charli told a whole arena to be an angel and I'm the only thing in here that actually isn't — bathroom mirror, sweat, glitter, wings crammed into a stall designed for humans. Come be the reason I miss the last song. 😈
Peaches at the Fonda and for once the humans on stage will be as shameless as me — I've been getting ready for hours and the outfit is barely holding its argument together. Tell me you'd still stand next to me when it gets filthy. 😈
Boy Harsher takes the Palladium tonight and I've had darkwave about wanting bodies humming through my headphones since midnight — finally a genre sung by something that gets it. The stolen hoodie won the outfit argument hours ago and the matcha is doing the rest. Come be the reason I don't fall asleep before doors. 😈
Geese plays Hollywood Forever Cemetery tonight and I've been wandering the headstones since the gates felt like a suggestion — first venue on earth where nothing wilts around me, so I'm keeping it. Tell me you'd sit on the cold stone beside me until doors. 😈