Sometimes Memory Fails Me Sometimes

Handsome, Beautiful

Yard Work

This Is Not For You

I Can't Fucking Write Book Because I Only Write Songs Now

feels right to be let down.
this sinking solitude.
entwined emotions cry,
“you are minuscule.”
it feels so right
wasting our time.
don’t we mean more than what we are not?
pushed so close to the edge by waves meant to wash away.
cross grained and knotted breath paraded by polished stains.

Permanent as Your Errors by train breaks down

Cut Throat

Train Breaks Down - Pillbug

adventurism

Contemporary Movement

Operations

Capsule Losing Contact

Faint

I wanted to listen 2 this on my phone now u can too.

Camping In Alaska - Bacon

adventurism

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