Let Me Have My Fantasy: Sleep Token, Fans & A F***ing Mess
an Offering from a fantasy fan

an Offering from a fantasy fan
does art have to come at a price?
what a waste it is to spend your days hating the person you are
I am a morgue of stories I was too frightened to tell
the power of new (to me) artists
it took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.
performative men are striking a chord with the general public, but why?
