Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.
This is just literally what it’s like to sit on my porch
immortals in every other media: what a cursed existence mine is…never aging, never dying..while the world around me rots…when will i know death’s sweet release… immortals in destiny: HIT ME WITH YOUR CAR AND SEE HOW FAR YOU CAN LAUNCH MY CORPSE
