“Is it hot in here or are your cheeks red from embarrassment?”
There is an elegant edge to the first of February. The soft struggle of the ground trying to stay alive, clinging to emerald tints and wilted yellow buds. Mud puddles frozen over and melting to let the last of the fattened robins sip and play. Hollow little icicles drip over the doorways of…
Brooklyn Bridge (1903) photographed by Edward Steichen
did curiousity kill the cat ? or was it simply pushed..
playing music, writing music, old movies, singing, lighting things on fire, and training <3 oh and of course eating mint ice cream and listening to ADELE.
called the art of growing up
there’s an innocence we look for in the stars
to be taken back
to younger days
when there was no giving up
on the people we held
closest to our hearts
|—||Razorblade by Blue October|