December 2011
37 posts
“Bright Eyes”
– I’ve got a flask inside my pocket We can share it on the train And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same Yeah, we might die from medication But we sure killed all the pain But what was normal in the evening By the morning seems insan
your love is pathetic
and you’re not good looking enough, to be an asshole.
burn.
shallow thoughts that i am thinking.
“Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner...”
– Ram Dass (via stellarexplosion)
