I was speaking with one of my favorite people yesterday who commented how I haven't been around. Truth be told, the luthier fucked up my game for a hot second. So yeah, she's right. I haven't really been around. I've been out and about - all over the place. My heart has been kicked around at this point to a degree where getting over another break-up has taken on a new tone. I used to try to think of what could be done differently, or how to fix...
Alright. I think it's officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language. I'm settling into life, it's strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words - alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different. I was trying to explain this to my...
I went and saw Radiohead tonight. It briefly took my mind off the luthier. Not for too long. At the moment it's pushing 3am and I'm blasting Ella Henderson. Mainly on a lyrical basis: I keep... going to the river to pray... cause I need, something that can wash out the pain. And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away. But your ghost... the ghost of you... it keeps me awake. I'm essentially at the halfway point of, "wait, where's my...
come mi betide ho assaggiato l’oceano quando ho baciato lui e ha salvato la mia vita. ho indossato di lui vestiti; avvolto nel suo tessuto. profumata di sigaretta promesse. entrambi giurò di questo stato per sempre. che noi apparteneva insieme eterna. non ho mai realizzato infinito non ho mai capito vi è una sola anima che mi adatto all'interno di. quando parla il tamburo del mio cuore esplode. ho espandere per circondare la verità che...