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I don’t wanna fly without you.

We ain't perfect, but we’re worth the picture still

I lost my mind the other day and said some terrible things. I'm losing an extraordinary lover after one night of losing control.

back here to be vocal

Just wanna drown out everything

I’m convinced that homeless people/lower class people are the most talented, well-versed and beautiful beings on this planet. The things that make them incapable of achieving more are their hearts and souls. There is a certain way of the world that isn’t just built on truth and talent. You’ve got to bleed and die a thousand times before being given the credit you deserve. That’s a hard place to acknowledge. To be anything in this world we have to get comfortable with the bloodshed, and how can we do that? How is it so easy for some and so hard for others?