crunching numbers through my hands.
i attempt to destroy them
and send them to the damned.
these numbers shouldn’t matter,
yet pulls at every string
— for the reasons of many others.
not one reason comes from me.
but still my life is taken over
by the shadow that follows me.
it wants me to be like any other,
but that’s not what i want to be.
S.O.S. to my mother
take the hinges off the door
S.O.S. to my mother
take the hinges off the door
oh, oh, sugar spell it out
like oh, oh, sugar spell it out
like O, like H in your gut.
— Tegan and Sarah
Blackie and his sun spots.. (Taken with instagram)
This mini couch of mine. <3 (Taken with instagram)
You see, we are the future. & we are the beautiful product of the past.