don’t know what to do with myself – cause all of my time was with you
Monthly Archives: Nov 2024
everything, everywhere, all at once
Every living creature on earth dies alone
citizen journalism
We’ve all become gods mad men
love in the middle of the afternoon, just me, my spike in my arm, and my spoon
an internet induced insanity
hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
step back and watch the sweet thing, breaking everything she sees
you were my sunny day rain, you were the clouds in the sky, you were the darkest sky, but your lips spoke gold and honey
