You fucking bastards. I know what im going to do with my life, you rot in your fucking wealth.

Excerpt; You can taste it in the shock and roar of a first, unexpected kiss, or in the blood in your mouth that instant after an accident when you realize you’re still alive. It blows in the wind you feel on the rooftops of a really reckless night of adventure. You hear it in the magic of your favorite songs, how they lift and transport you in ( Read more... )

Happy Late Birthday arkestra :o)