anti is the soft humming of static from an old television set, blurry street lights and cool breezes, he’s sharp dull pains, old radio songs you haven’t heard in years combined with feelings of nostalgic existential dread, knowing that you’re getting old and slowly losing control of your life
dark is the bitter taste of cigarette smoke, a starry night’s sky, old homemade vhs tapes, and the sound of a record stuck on repeat. he’s that friend you both hate and love, the thorn on the rose, and that moment when your favourite song ends and you’re left in silence, the feeling that you’re always going to be alone and that things won’t ever change
I was in school when he started tearing up and thanking the community, and it took all of the conventration in my body and mind not to burst into tears. I love Felix so much, holy hell.