#latenight
Oh you know…sitting at home eating frosting at 11:30 in the night…no big deal
//lovelytheband// -alone time
4-11-66
The dismembered body that sits on my desk taunts me
Worn leather peeled back exposes a skeletal structure
Held together by thin strands of coiled sinew
Constantly watching through an empty socket
Asking many questions behind a brassy smile
No longer is there a name
Just a date carved by it’s creator.
there are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
sometimes suffering is just suffering. it doesn’t make you stronger. it doesn’t build character. it only hurts.
look, love is not something we wind up, something we set or control. love is just like art: a force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations. love like art, must always be free.