I guess I understand.
03.27.11 ♥ 0
Fresher than a muhh’fucka.
Everything’s just so…. Right. Music seems to just carry me. The rain ceases to bring me down.
I know it won’t last forever, but it’s really nice that it’s here now.
in nobody’s eyes but mine.
Happy birthday, Alger.
And you know what? I think I’ve decided that I don’t want to talk to you, either. Not if you’re going to be like this.