We only said ‘goodbye’ with words; I died a hundred times. You go back to her, and I go back to blaaaack.
I woke up with this song in my head this morning.
a typical neurotic camera-wielding. . . something.photography, art, cameras, hair dye, chocolate, spring & summer, post secret, inside jokes, alcohol, driving my car, my hula hoop, yellow birds, zombies, sock monkeys, & lost.
