every few months i can look back and see how naive i "used" to be and i wonder if this will ever end.

it's about screaming so much your throat hurts and wanting to get a thought onto paper.

it's about the way the sun hits the building at 6:37 in the evening, or the look on a child's face.

it's about falling down and not wanting to stand up again; it's about dreaming you can flybut when you don't know what you're feeling, your head drops to the ( Read more... )

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XOX <3,
ALISON.