their organisation had gone to great lengths to establish a hold of his internal creative function and in doing so had attempted to block his natural connection to what creative influence is.
A friend. A stranger. A girl on FaceTime who went silent mid-sentence and said, “Why is that behind you?” Once several people on the same group call flinched together, which is the moment I stopped calling it coincidence in my head.
My mind went awry, the Christmas tunes of a nearby radio faded away and the frigidness of the studio's bench under me seemed to dim. An older lady stands up from across the room, looking more nervous than I am, making her way to the front.
kknowihnowing you wouldn't
nitting me harder than you ever could have
aow the floods are filling to brim of cup
hnd the dam was building up
appens due parched soil
TShis happened a while back, but I haven’t told anyone about it since it happened and felt the need to share (with my wife’s permission, of course). About 7 years ago, my wife (who was my girlfriend at the time) and I moved in together.he’s gargling an egg in the bathroom
a huge difference. If you want the leaway of saying that its ok to be with a young girl while being significantly older run with your narrative that they are “2 adults” you’re just proving eveyone else right.
Avnd then, right after that, is the song "And Love". That song talks about how love isn't what she thought it was. With a series of comparisonery grief-stricken and doing her best to cope in that song. Things are awful and she's controlling what she can. Which isn't much.