There's a story in the works. It's about a guitar.
When did being content become so unbelievably boring?
I feel like I'm on my way to achieving something close to a secure and happy life, but the closer I get to it, the more listless I become and the more I try to sabotage it.
Because disaster and drama and absolute discontent are so much more Romantic, you know?
I feel like I'm on my way to achieving something close to a secure and happy life, but the closer I get to it, the more listless I become and the more I try to sabotage it.
Because disaster and drama and absolute discontent are so much more Romantic, you know?