Ice keep pourin’ and the drink keep flowin’
Try to brush it off, but it keep on goin’
Covered in scars and I can’t help showin’
Whippin’ in the foreign, and the tears keep rollin’, yeah…
“One day it will all make sense. One day you will realize that those who couldn’t or wouldn’t stay are just a reminder of what you, at one time, thought you wanted… before you learned the worth of your heart.”
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Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that You’re in my head?
Cause I know that it’s delicate…
Please forgive my absolute lack of anything to say at the moment. I’ve literally had this photo edited for a week and haven’t been able to figure out what I’ve wanted to write about. But I love the photo, so I’ma put it out into the universe anyway.
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So won’t You ride with me, ride with me
See where this thing goes…
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, if it’s meant to be…
It’s been… several days. And the reasoning for which I wish wasn’t the reason. Was that vague enough?
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You say that I’m paranoid
But I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me
It’s not like I make the choice
To let my mind stay so fucking messy…
I took this at the wedding sim before I had to take it apart. So allow me to have a bit of a nostalgia moment.
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