Rester là à t’attendre, c’est comme attendre l’hiver.
In the summer of 2016 Ash, my creative partner and dear friend was stricken with bell’s palsy
Of all my lost loves, where have you been?
Looking east on Church Street as the workday begins
People go to great lengths to keep from admitting they’re wrong or admitting that someone they hate is correct
Pourquoi devons-nous continuer à nous battre?
Je ne veux pas me battre.
Je veux juste un ami.
Just pass the plate
My future self is watching me right now through my memories
I know I’m not going to make it. I know that I won’t be finishing the journey with you.
Browsing around YouTube I came across this amazing artist.
Did you ever have to finally decide?
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