

Monday, February 27, 2012
astronaut
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My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn’t write, and in the songs I didn’t sing.
Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel.
There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
Fandy | vintageous
classically urban person made by bluesy smoke |