"You are the music
while the music lasts."
-T.S. Eliot
Let Go

grey. Part I(alrighty, so I'm, like, full of green bean casserole, so I'm gonna, like, just go ahead and do this...)grey. Part I
* I she licked the blood from my wounded hand smiling greedily from the spot she pointed to on my hand and told me to cut the spot on my hand i put my knife to and
"So I stood at the station
With a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic
Bearded and blind with obsession
I'm a car without hope
Too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said this is my field
But you weren't impressed
You said why are we here
Your motives aren't clear
This room with a view
And so much of you
Is so far from here"
Try to find the song. It'll make this sound better.
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"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."
--Ray Bradbury
My music project:
[link]
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Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I am comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
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i eat baby
PRINTS!!! [link]
sorry for the delay but
thanks so much for the fav!
have a lovely day
love donna
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- donna <3
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Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I am comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
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Don't you say that I've gone crazy. Because I haven't gone crazy yet. I just lost my mind, But I still got you.
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