A Gorgeous Gloom

a gorgeous gloom

Dripping wet from a heavy reign, in love with the idea of you loving her starving soul, she tripped and fell in slo-o-o-w mo-o-o-tion. . .

Sweet Little Lies

sweet little lies

Lately I’ve come to realize that, while I seem to think the solution to every problem is as simple as understanding it, it’s really not. And even if it were, understanding something isn’t always simple. (In fact it’s usually not.) And so we’re clear, when I say understanding, I don’t mean like sympathizing. I mean comprehension in the most literal sense of the word. (In fact, I have been known to take some things a little too literally.)

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