Elijah Brumback

Its hard for me to say this, but …you don’t have to get it to feel it.

I really hate not having the right words to describe how I feel. Sometimes I’m forced to either sigh with disappointment or scream and assault something weaker than myself, like a little brother or a small clump of saplings in the woods. Both options are often accompanied by stylized kicks and semi-planned arm flailing, and both offer tremendous relief.