I don’t need any help to be breakable, believe me. I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke, I won’t need any help to be lonely when you leave me. It’ll be easy to cover. Gather my skeletons far inside. it’ll be summer in Dallas before I realise.
The only way to camp. Preferably off some beaten track in southern America listening to the National
J. Morgan Puett via desire to inspire