darkhairedgirl:
.so now I've come to you with open arms.
darkhairedgirl:
.fact turns to fiction when we blink.
darkhairedgirl:
.who does that cabbage think he is???.
darkhairedgirl:
.the skull is a lie.
darkhairedgirl:
.luke...help me take this mask off.
darkhairedgirl:
.and we'll all float on.
darkhairedgirl:
.playing by ear.
darkhairedgirl:
."truth would quickly cease to be stranger than fiction, once we got used to it.".
darkhairedgirl:
.i've said these words a thousand times.
darkhairedgirl:
.doin' 55 in a 54.
darkhairedgirl:
.current/future nostalgia.
darkhairedgirl:
.sharpest darkness.
darkhairedgirl:
.and sometimes eleven.
darkhairedgirl:
.i know the words.
darkhairedgirl:
.sing your life.
darkhairedgirl:
.one of these things is not like the other.
darkhairedgirl:
.the clock talks loud.
darkhairedgirl:
.you'll hold the thunder while I bring the rain.
darkhairedgirl:
.even before i was born, i'd remember you to carry on.
darkhairedgirl:
.some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul.
darkhairedgirl:
do you hear that voice inside your head?
darkhairedgirl:
.mustachioed baby.
darkhairedgirl:
.wretlers!.
