A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.