the past....
it is what is. sometimes it is what it could be, or it is what it could have been.
but on days like today i'm glad it is what it was, and that i don't know where it lives, or that it can't find me.
it is what is. sometimes it is what it could be, or it is what it could have been.
but on days like today i'm glad it is what it was, and that i don't know where it lives, or that it can't find me.
robotsatemyhair:
Or can it?
lokidogak:
i can say with a fair degree of certainty that it can't. there are reasons why i live in alaska.