joel pack rules →
nothing compares to you; SAIL.
inner sanctum; your place within your place, somewhere behind castle walls near the vault, beyond your laboratory. A safe place tucked deep inside a well hidden hideaway.
Yesterday a man got a portrait of his dead son, and his wife was with him. She was so messed up, she was passing out in the lobby and nothing she said made sense. It stuck with me and I thought about it before bed. I really hope if I were ever in her shoes, id have someone near me, as level headed as her husband. I couldn’t imagine that situation.
my music review minute
The way Opeth may cause introverted sinking similar to a good bawl fest, is a kin to how much East of the Wall made my cheeks hurt in an over smiling laughing fit. Just tubular beyond all awesome!
and as I wandered off the path, I found many routes to what I was looking for.
I want to make believe animals into art as myjob. →