Why are you so beautiful inside.
Why are you so beautiful.
Why do i feel like i know you.
Why do i feel like you know me.
Why do i feel like we should be a part of something more.
Why do i know in a day.
Why are you perfectly imperfect.
Why are you able to make me feel, again.
Why did i fucking meet you?
hello
- double scoop, yes?
- rolec digs lit, sound, film, love/sex, 'shit' art, fine art, religion, coffee shop politik, and dizzy perceptions on no particular 'genre' at a whenever-he-wants or feels-like basis. he is not formally educated in some of the above (cept sound) but his love for knowledge keeps it good. he is now in one of many phases, and is currently experiencing the severely underrated joy of the low-life.
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