"My hope is just another casket of things I carry with me wherever I go. And now, you are there in a neighbor’s house like a burning lamp whose glow I watch to keep me warm at night"
to a bluebird.
"My hope is just another casket of things I carry with me wherever I go. And now, you are there in a neighbor’s house like a burning lamp whose glow I watch to keep me warm at night"
to a bluebird.
godhood, and, I get along without you very well. Yep.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.
Aight, I choose reincarnation and sudden delusional god complex. Also I'm magically a ziggy pop fan now?