By all means, I should be happy and content. I can physically and mentally see how far I’ve come from the wreck I used to be. And yet, I am fighting a constant war with my own mind every single day, and I am just so damn tired.
I’m not here to discuss the morality of choosing to separate art from artist but I can’t listen to these songs I once cherished and held in such high regard.
Sài Gòn mưa tầm tã, nhưng tình cảm mấy dợ dành cho tiệm làm tui ấm lòng vô cùng... ❤️ Dù nắng hay mưa 775 Phan Văn Trị vẫn sáng đèn, nhưng an toàn của mấy dợ mới là quan trọng nhất! Nhớ check Story tui báo thời tiết trước khi qua nhen.
STtannis Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End stood upon the battlements and watched the wooden closed carriage roll along the Kingsroad, its black-and-gold panels catching the afternoon lighthe wheelhouse belonging to Cersei Lannister became smaller with every passing moment.
Sometimes the beginningis nothing morethan a loose stone beneath your shoe,a road splitting in two,a door left slightly open. You choose. Not because you know,but because you don’t. And…