yearly check in. one day we will all be gone and yet i'll remember my first love who made me a cheesecake and also my loyal friend who fed me pecan pie and showed me the triumphs and defeats of olive garden diahrrea..
i have seen u all grow and change my elvis troops.. godspeed
the auditorium, filled with ghosts, clapped in amazement. thank u for everything, they were trying to say...
melancholia, melancholia.. that was the one word they found themselves to be chanting