all over the fucking place, so to speak. My girl was gone.
I don’t come close, it appears. Everything turns out bad.
I don’t care. Nobody ever loved me the way she did.
That was important. For this life.
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Monday, April 28, 2008
I Was Whip-Sawing
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