for once there is nothing up my sleeve
just some scars from a life that used to trouble me.
~ i know i’m gonna change that tune when i’m back on top in june ~
[a minha favorita, de um dos meus favoritos]
~ stay open ~
imbecile rages
how long can it possibly take for one to realise the dream is over?
i don’t know where i belong
i don’t know where i went wrong.
too many bruises
and even after all this time that went past by, it hits me like a rock and i still don’t know why.
"i guess you just want to shave your head, have a drink and be left alone. is that too much to ask?"
— kevin barnes
