november eleventh at eight fifteen p.m.
everything will be perfect then

i guess i don't need an ocean to feel lonely, and i don't need to be under something to suffocate.

i can't wait until i won't feel the pressure to find the proper words, you'll of already been searching. and the doctors will have found the glass i swallowed last week that they've been worried about.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame