Eat, Sleep, Grunge.

I love shoes, yes?

Afternoon, and you reminded me of skies, and sunsets.

It's a phase I've gotten to (so late?)

I love afternoons as much as I love trees and the night breeze.

Who writes tragedies better than Time and Waiting?

When you feel like sleeping over the clouds, all you need is a paper and pen, and your chunky knits.