Wound Cold comes from every corner. It’s snowing. And from the train Europe looks like a brittle romantic poem in which the lakes close their black moon- lost eyes and trickling roses can be waiting in the ground around a perfectly ordinary house containing a perfectly ordinary family and then suddenly seep out like blood through a snow-white bandage.
throwbacksongs: O-Town - All Or Nothing i...
is it really expecting too much to just have...
instead of trying to make me feel the other way around.
Got accepted into the creative writing program so...
nothing better than having a schedule that consists of writing workshops and rock history classes.
soundwave was fucking sweet! :D
sluggo, z-trip, manufactured superstars…everyone killed it.
finally got a job, kind of. fux yeah.
i miss you so much.