i’ve been doing a lot of reflection as of late.
all the ones who meant or mean the most, know who they are. and they know i loved them all at varying degrees.
i’m just wondering what went wrong, or right with them all.
Experience the pain from
An old wound leave not hollow
That torn heart we run from
But instead finds a hallowed
Ground oer restful d reams may come” —Chris Pensiero
i can’t find my favorite picture of you.
Ginger is currently sleeping next to my laptop, so the fan is blowing all the heat on her, head on the caps lock key, and she’s snoring.
so come home and let me go. you made your choice. and i made mine.
i don’t ever want it to go away.
Giants still beat them, so thats really all that matters.
My hair is back to being dark. Pictures soon.. maybe?