December 2011
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The mind is too expansive, to feel something so refined, and so romantic, thoughts are too jumbled, too frantic. I believe, dreams and emotional things, reside and become entwined, with pounding bass beats, in the heart strings.
don’t feel sorry for me.
I am a competent, satisfied human being.
be sorry for...
– For the Foxes by Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
I love music.
I love music that makes my heart ache
and music that makes me want to take my clothes off.