All we are is skin and bone. Trained to get along. Forever going with the flow.

MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR

STAY ALIVE |-/

Saturday, August 20

Little sprinkles will do





I just don't know how to say the right words when I'm talking,
and I don't know the way to relate it


meet me where  the sky touches the sea
wait for me where the worlds begins.