bliss is but a fleeting state

Lau Noah - if a tree falls in love with a river

songs as capsules

i cannot listen to alice phoebe lou anymore

haven't slept right in thirty nights

correct that the body keeps score

new hair fades into the same brown

i cannot wash you out

last I cried, it was my professor

i am mortified, i cannot cry any more

in the end we try to be kind

i haven't woken up in eighty-eight days

i was listening to Jane Austen

until she went and passed away

bliss is but a fleeting state

smoking under a whirring fan

last night i dreamt i had you

worst dream i've ever had