Genius headphones, Ornit, Shira, James, Canson watercolor paper, swiss pocketknives,Yair [twice], Mike's patience, that mantra in Sanskrit, deviantart, the duirwaigh movie, and cake.
The edit, at ~01:45 would be that i'm very thankful not only to FSM.
Tho it's not his job, by far, i guess it was the first and last address for me to seek. If what makes the difference is 18 minutes of phone conversation...i wish i could've gone out, but years of chains arent something i have the mood to confront while riddled with that 3D headache of yesodot.
Dont want you to see me cry. Hearing is halfbad, but i better maintain the huge idiot grin mask which i succesfully wear to college and work. You've done nothing to deserve my emo.
Mental sanctuary, yeah. So far, nowhere to go really. Crosshatch is not really a place.
Coming close again ang again makes me doubt a little.
I'm not sure whom i think i'm talking to.
Tomorrow will be hell.
... birds go flying at the speed of sound
to show you how it all began...