Bejegyzések

it's been the ruin of many poor souls

The Blackest Day

my friends are up in mountains and i'm drowning in lakes

So I let it go, let it go

It feels like we are slowly dying

feels like a long time since I was free

let me grow dark or cold

Yosemite

Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind

Then everything was fine

The Great Longing