like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit
why dont ppl do random things for me? u know. send me a message, draw me, paint me, send me $300,000
None knows the agonizing prickling of the soul, like Gold.
Left not to revel in glamor, but to be plagued by the unrelenting bites on his sore back.
So called tests of authenticity; breeding a golden, rageful silence.
Love was in the needle that sewed his clothes together; the occasionally fragrant morning breeze that caressed his hair.
It was in each spoon of supper he prepared, for he never had known a more rustic love.