from now on no one is allowed to sing about stars falling and lights pouring! i fucking mean it
it doesnt matter; the past. their past, his past, who's past?
past.
when its built on trust.
trust is relative, its based on expectations.
i talk about this all the time, but i share sometimes.
i have an idea of it. no matter how often it isnt found, it exist and its known. if God was like this then, people wouldnt go to church.
but the trust is there. even if you leave and you dont have to know to know and it could be set up to seem the very reason it should leave, but even more so the very reason it remains. that kid is freaking smart.
or just naturally march.
i dont believe in those kind of stars.
i just so happen to always fall on october/november.
march is my month.
i dont believe in those lucky stars.
theyre made up by creatures who worship habit and fear uncertainty, who inspired self fulfilling prophecies.
i dont even believe in art. i just create it accidentally.
i do believe in music, which i consider a sport.
damn business. damn it when its good!
first base was my start, and i owe more to it than fate and learning. God bless it.
second base was beautiful but i needed something more
third base was a stubborn dick, literally and figuratively.
and home is a foul back to second. with age and poetry. in every aspect. you get what you had november.
i drive my best and do my best thinking when im drunk at red lights. thats because its one of the very few times I'm not in a rush (when I'm driving, might I add.) who the fuck adds?
irony happens often, but so often because its pointed out. anything is ironic when you want it to be, irony is also relative to normalcy. defining normalcy, defines irony.
vibrate is my new lifestyle
europeans are becoming more and more independent. and thats where the romance language is?
does romance imply dependency?
romance. once again. everything is relative. thats the end of this because everything is relevent. i dont want to figure things out so young. i want to be idealistic and beautiful. b7t i dont want to run away from reaching the peak, reaching the peak, reahcing the peak. over and over and over. never quite reaching what hasnt been created.
oh. its not sullen. its liberating to create what is without limitations.
love nevre goes away
i have to pee but when i come back its going to go to acceptance.
i dont even care about cathcing someone in lies. ok listen, yeah im through with november. i want that feeling of march or something like octo9ber and march in a mix of summer. take cover.
his brother fucked it up and it was suppose to be a set up too but im pretty nice and i play along to the game. in the end, the ones who create the game, lose. Im the no other. i take cover. extensions.
extend it far enough to live a life that comes back to muted chords.
But when you have a girlfriend, you just dont sleep over other girl's houses. 1:14
i just want pursuit of happiness without the backlash of selfishness. time is sometimes the most coveted desire.
past.
when its built on trust.
trust is relative, its based on expectations.
i talk about this all the time, but i share sometimes.
i have an idea of it. no matter how often it isnt found, it exist and its known. if God was like this then, people wouldnt go to church.
but the trust is there. even if you leave and you dont have to know to know and it could be set up to seem the very reason it should leave, but even more so the very reason it remains. that kid is freaking smart.
or just naturally march.
i dont believe in those kind of stars.
i just so happen to always fall on october/november.
march is my month.
i dont believe in those lucky stars.
theyre made up by creatures who worship habit and fear uncertainty, who inspired self fulfilling prophecies.
i dont even believe in art. i just create it accidentally.
i do believe in music, which i consider a sport.
damn business. damn it when its good!
first base was my start, and i owe more to it than fate and learning. God bless it.
second base was beautiful but i needed something more
third base was a stubborn dick, literally and figuratively.
and home is a foul back to second. with age and poetry. in every aspect. you get what you had november.
i drive my best and do my best thinking when im drunk at red lights. thats because its one of the very few times I'm not in a rush (when I'm driving, might I add.) who the fuck adds?
irony happens often, but so often because its pointed out. anything is ironic when you want it to be, irony is also relative to normalcy. defining normalcy, defines irony.
vibrate is my new lifestyle
europeans are becoming more and more independent. and thats where the romance language is?
does romance imply dependency?
romance. once again. everything is relative. thats the end of this because everything is relevent. i dont want to figure things out so young. i want to be idealistic and beautiful. b7t i dont want to run away from reaching the peak, reaching the peak, reahcing the peak. over and over and over. never quite reaching what hasnt been created.
oh. its not sullen. its liberating to create what is without limitations.
love nevre goes away
i have to pee but when i come back its going to go to acceptance.
i dont even care about cathcing someone in lies. ok listen, yeah im through with november. i want that feeling of march or something like octo9ber and march in a mix of summer. take cover.
his brother fucked it up and it was suppose to be a set up too but im pretty nice and i play along to the game. in the end, the ones who create the game, lose. Im the no other. i take cover. extensions.
extend it far enough to live a life that comes back to muted chords.
But when you have a girlfriend, you just dont sleep over other girl's houses. 1:14
i just want pursuit of happiness without the backlash of selfishness. time is sometimes the most coveted desire.