Regular show is pretty good

Hmmmm

Hmm

Hm

In the crowds.

Puffin clouds

And you say you want the sun.

You all complain cause nothing's ever done.

Maybe it's time to get off your seat.

We are the people we choose to be.

How to go about this situation? Or as a matter of fact. How can I just change this station

Attila is so fucking sick

Night

This is me in my entirety. Dreaming in motion on the waves of the ocean. Drifting, in and out.

We all carry these things inside so no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, they drag us out to sea. I look up at the sky, there may be nothing there to see. But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?

It's a bmth sort of day

burnt out