I'm no King, I wear no crown.

Melbourne, 24.
No love. No Hate. No Hope. All lies.
5 months.

5 months.

let them wonder how we got this far

because i don’t really need to wonder at all.

Btm

Fdr

 I’m scared to get close and I hate being aloneI long for that feeling to not feel at allThe higher I get, the lower I’ll sinkI can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim

I’m scared to get close and I hate being alone
I long for that feeling to not feel at all
The higher I get, the lower I’ll sink
I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim

Sentience,

Qualia

misanthropy

we can’t look back

we can’t look back

Hollow Stairs,

Azure AirĀ 

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Windows

WHENIWASTWENTYTHREEWHENISTRUGGLEDTOBELIEVETHATTHEWORLDWASPLANNEDOUTLIKEPENONPAPERBUTTHATSONLYHALFTHESTORYWHENYOURESTILLGROWINGANDHAVENTEVENEXPLOREDTHEWORLDITSTHESTORIESYOUHEARANDGETTOLDFROMTHEWICKEDANDTHEWISEWHOAREN’TYOUNGNOROLDABOUTPEOPLEYOULLMEETTHEFAITHFULANDTHELIARSTHEBROKENONESWHOLLSTARTFIRESWEREALLWATCHINGTHROUGHWINDOWS

20XIII

We, exist(ed).

Toe, Run, Toe - Sleepless/Another Way

“And I
I see the,
I see the beautiful lights
Can you tell me wrong from right?

Oh and thee,
But the,
But the Rhythm Speaks
Sit down beside and wait

And I
I wanna fly
So high
into the sky

Where the sleepless nights
are controlled by the city lights
the city lights, yeah

-

Could have been
Should have been
Another Way”

-RS 2008

5 months ago
Toe, Run, Toe - Maybe Tomorrow EP 1. Sunset 2. Dysthymia 3. Watching4. Through5. Windows

Toe, Run, Toe - Maybe Tomorrow EP

1. Sunset
2. Dysthymia
3. Watching
4. Through
5. Windows

La fille danseQuand elle joue avec moiEt je pense que je l’aime des foisLe silence, n’ose pas dis-doncQuand on est ensembleMettre les motsSur la petite dodo

La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l’aime des fois
Le silence, n’ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo

Don’t you know?

Plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery.