sometimes I think of places, just like this one. maybe the season is off, or the business never took off, and receipts and hopes lay scattered. maybe it’s where laughter used to creep and jump, smiles and fingers slipping under…
Read moreNov 22 2017
sometimes I think of places, just like this one. maybe the season is off, or the business never took off, and receipts and hopes lay scattered. maybe it’s where laughter used to creep and jump, smiles and fingers slipping under…
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I ask you for forgiveness. I’ve made mistakes, and hurt people. my heart, like yours, is flawed and broken, and with these songs I make I pray for healing, for myself, for those listening, and for the ones I make…
Read moreFeb 9 2017
suddenly it hits me,
like a cold bullet dipped in
watermelon ice cream
numb & sweet,
and the pain comes slow.
I had to hear this album, cruel summer.
creepers plays as I type this,
I remember all my mistakes…
Jan 18 2017
oi ocha, her / vsco B5/BW Moody / ? 6