poetry from hotel books
flatsound and dandelion hands
cause the things that got me focused on hope were her smile
and the beautiful california weather (next slide)
Now that the winter storms have had their way..
...With my sunshine, I feel like i have nothing left. -hotel books, "I Always Thought I'd Be Okay"
we talked about how much it sucked, but no matter what...
...we would remain and in that deafening silence i asked if i could still call you my snowflake and you said okay - flatsound, "you said okay"
always talk down on yourself whenever possible
my life is shit because i deserve it, right? you must've done something really bad, its almost impossible to cry now. - dandelion hands, "how to never stop being sad"