oh someday

new york you beat the crap out of me so hard sometimes
that i just want to move back home to my parents and cry.

currently listening to:
you say you want to stand by my side, darling your head’s not right.

you see alone we stand together we fall apart

One thought on “oh someday

  1. I know that sting well.
    Where you are, is just a place. One place. You can be awesome anywhere.
    And this planet of ours… she’s quite spacious.

    Or… cry a little or a lot, remember to breathe, then get up again and start swinging. (not necessarily in that order) Know that there are people out there rooting for you.
    Battle wounds make for much better stories than tattoos.

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