She was a stunner riding high, and i got low rank. And others couldn’t see what she was worth, on the party, behind the sunrise in the meadow month of July. 

I was a runner running high without a stop. Sticking to the imaginable spire-spot on the party behind the sunrise in the meadow month of July

Come, come, we go up to church, and ring the bell of happiness. We go so far and we end up in richest poverty.

I’ll be posting music in spotify. Click here for the playlist.

“You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.”

A Message to My Followers and Everyone Else That Ever Reads This 

My Body’s a Zombie For You - Dead Man’s Bones

theme by modernise