DANCIN' ON THE GRAVE OF ALL THINGS ORIGINAL.
I love it when you think you hear crickets in the city, at night.
My (heart’s) home must be in the woods somewhere?
Learn to evolve.
[try reading it differently each time]
Maybe romantic love is a bad idea? Maybe we convince ourselves it’s something we all need, but the reality is that it crashes and burns for everyone and just ends up being poison — but because of what we’ve been told, we keep thinking it’s our cure, and so we go back for more — when in fact it’s fucking killing us inside the whole time?