Bomb yourself.
everything is so soft.
the way the light falls, the snow, the sheets, everything.
i never knew that there could so many possibilities and that i could be so bad at knowing which ones were the good ones.
you know why trees in the city look sick?
it's because they're so old at heart. nobody should be that old. and they can never shut their eyes, and everything is always happening. it's like fast-forward. it makes you sick.
the way the light falls, the snow, the sheets, everything.
i never knew that there could so many possibilities and that i could be so bad at knowing which ones were the good ones.
you know why trees in the city look sick?
it's because they're so old at heart. nobody should be that old. and they can never shut their eyes, and everything is always happening. it's like fast-forward. it makes you sick.