Out of the blue and into the black |
This is what breaks my heart |
Of all the Seasons, Autumn is the Most Dangerous |
No one asks me if I'm a Satanist or anything because I take the precaution of wearing a predominantly flannel and hawaiian shirt-oriented wardrobe |
you can't feel nothing small |
I must have called a thousand times |
Pearl of Great Price |
The Language of Letting Go |
Goodbye |
Dream log: June 11, 2017 |
Is this the way to live? |
for light and transient causes |
It's never really the past; it's always a version of your own time. |
Here is gone |
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer. |
do not open that door |
his boots empty |
in the starlight of our discontent |
Walk away |
Bryan Adams' Perplexingly Silent Victory Against Freedom of Speech |
if tables could express gratitude, this one did |
a sky as it is |
A big fan of bleach |
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