I miss the feeling of your misery
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Sand gets in my mouth. It tastes almost metallic as it grinds between my teeth. I've been laying here how long? half an hour? An hour? Maybe two? I'm not sure. My phone, belongings, people, all left b...
I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
I want to see where you are, but you switch it to an audio call.
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Sand gets in my mouth. It tastes almost metallic as it grinds between my teeth. I've been laying here how long? half an hour? An hour? Maybe two? I'm not sure. My phone, belongings, people, all left b...
I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
I want to see where you are, but you switch it to an audio call.