Music has the potential to be so much more than just a space filler. The right song at the right moment can make it so much more memorable.

Dark bathroom, bloodshot eyes, fully clothed in a scalding bathtub, syringe in hand, wrist facing heaven.

You were my Cinderella, disappeared at two, but left no glass slippers.

Am I content with blank, lifeless Polaroids or do I want a chance to capture pretty pictures?

What I want is this: to be awoken at midnight by a roaring thunderstorm.

This year there's this notion of "last." That it's my last chance to experience everything for a first time. It's bittersweet.

the rain drops, trickling down the windows of each car. the rain, falling from the sky. like how i fell for you.

if you exist, please come and stay forever.

two days ago, i dreamed a dream.

i can't be the only one who does this, right?