was on skype to a dear friend of mine untill abour 3 this morning, he was fully clothed the last time i checked, woke up this morning to find him like this. Great.
What if there’s nothing more to us,
we’re just carbon-based, we’re just pixie dust?
What if life is a magic trick,
some quick slight-of-hand just to make us think?
(Source: Spotify)
Via Be The Soundtrack To These Stories That I Tell
About me
"I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire.
I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames are getting out of control."
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