puppy drunk dialin’ again. oh, puppy…
ooh, cold
so make it a good one
Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
Its only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost…
And what you had…
And what you lost
it’s amazing how journal entries a year apart can really echo each other. And I thought things had really evolved.
Train tracks!
Stay Present, Motherfucker
— Tinka
YES!
(via afghanibanani)
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