I remember the introduction ( Read more... )

Empty shot glasses and ( Read more... )

It is the uprising ( Read more... )

the feeling upon waking, before knowing you are awake ( Read more... )

Im not the same ( Read more... )

It has been one thousand seven hundred and eighty days ( Read more... )

she always said she'd be there ( Read more... )

The corners collect what they needed ( Read more... )

you can't scrub away the smell, the scent, the stench of who you are, who you were, who you failed to become. sometimes i can't tell the difference between a red dress and a white one, but i guess it doesn't matter because i haven't the time to care. being okay with being whatever pays off in the end; stepping on toes just happens sometimes and you ( Read more... )

Burning Sun ( Read more... )