the wind... the birds... the love... the air...

fieldmanual:

anatomize:

We are the same, and we hate each other’s guts because of it. We hate looking into mirrors and knowing that under the bullshit surface, we are void of any redeeming qualities. And when you look at me like that, and I look back at you, we see straight into the listless space we are so used to hiding from. We can’t stand each other, and we play the silent game of let’s-see-who-will-crack-first. We are the same.