“I was fourteen when I decided that I wanted to write. Be it poetry, novels, limmericks, jokes, bathroom wall prophecies. It actually didn’t matter to me. What mattered was the feeling. I felt fucking cool writing. And if that isn’t enough reason on it’s own I don’t know what is.”
— Brandon Boyd, From the Murks of the Sultry Abyss (via fuckyeahincubus) 2 years ago
