I know my call despite my faults and despite my growing fears.
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some cover, share some skin
Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)
I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.
Okay, so let me explain to you the real situation, not all this bullshit that everyone’s making up at the moment.
Can somebody please tell me how is two people making each other happy worse than some other famous people who drive like crazy when they’re drunk, sleeping with…