10 million miles per hour. i’m bound to forget something. this morning t’was my head. carry on. happy wednesday. image Similar posts:let me break it downuntitled35it's getting hot in...
for me the glass isn’t half full nor is it half empty. thirst is what counts. i’ve wasted too much time focusing on the contents of the cup. slurping up buckets and buckets of excess for fear of another drought; resulting in regret. the shameful, severing...
an oldie, but oh so good. bon iver never fails to quietly rattle my bones; produce that firework lump in my throat. there’s something about the {suggestion?} of impromptu song that always makes me happy. gotta go loves. there’s much twirling to be had....
