May 2013
141 posts
I need to become more passionate about my music and art. I will.
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I sit inside this empty room, and I smile at the thought of you. How could something be so perfect? How could someone make me this happy?
I await for your return home tonight.. I cannot wait till our lips meet again.
The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a...
– Don DeLillo, White Noise (via larmoyante)