Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
with the birds I’ll share this lonely view

it’s a shame you don’t know what you’re r u n n i n g from…

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

There is no love without trying

There is no easy way,

when I crane my neck to kiss your head, I know

That there is something that I can rely on

And when I strain my thoughts to push this thread I sew

It’s some kind of future that I can be sure of

-Voxtrot; “Every Day”

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