Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s her dads fault.

changed theme☝🏼‼️😰

I was ridin' shotgun🔫 with my hair undone💁🏻‍♀️ In the front seat 💺 of his car🚗 He's got a one-hand feel👋🏼 on the steering wheel 🛞 The other on my heart❤️ I look around👀, turn the radio down 👎🏼 He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"😨 I say, "Nothing,😒 I was just thinkin'🧠 how we don't have a song"😢 And he says🗣️ Our song is the slamming screen door🚪 Sneakin' out late⏰, tapping on your window 🪟 When we're on the phone 📱, and you talk real slow😽 'Cause it's late, and your mama don't know🙈 Our song is the way you laugh😹 The first date📆, "Man, I didn't kiss her, 😞 and I should have"😭 And when I got home🏠, 'fore I said, "Amen"🙏🏼 Asking God✊🏼if he could play it again🎸 I was walkin' up the front porch steps📶 after everything that day Had gone all wrong😵 and been trampled on😩 And lost and thrown away😖 Got to the hallway, well on my way💯 to my lovin' bed🛏️ I almost didn't notice😲 all the roses🌹 And the note that said📝 Our song is the slamming screen door🚪 Sneakin' out late⏰, tapping on your window 🪟 When we're on the phone 📱, and you talk real slow😽 'Cause it's late, and your mama don't know🙈 Our song is the way you laugh😹 The first date📆, "Man, I didn't kiss her, 😞 and I should have"😭 And when I got home🏠, 'fore I said, "Amen"🙏🏼 Asking God✊🏼if he could play it again🎸 I've heard every album🎧, listened to the radio📻 Waited for something to come along🙄 That was as good as our song🤭 'Cause our song is the slamming screen door🚪 Sneakin' out late⏰, tapping on his window🪟 When we're on the phone📞, and he talks real slow😜 'Cause it's late⏳, and his mama don't know😝 Our song is the way he laughs😋 The first date, "Man, I didn't kiss him,😐 and I should have"🤯 And when I got home🏡, 'fore I said, "Amen"🙏🏼 Askin' God✊🏼 if he could play it again🎶, play it again🎵 Oh, yeah❤️‍🔥 Oh, oh yeah🤝🏼 I was ridin' shotgun🙌🏼 with my hair undone💁🏻‍♀️ In the front seat💺 of his car 🚗 I grabbed a pen🖊️ and an old napkin🤧 And I wrote down our song🔂

“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (Cuesmes, between about Tuesday, 22 and Thursday, 24 June 1880)

They should invent a song that's exactly like the song I currently like but also slightly different and unique but with the same vibes

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i've never dropped a phone in my life all these screen abrasions are from clawing at the images and articles that displease me

i see a person with brown eyes and dark hair and i start screaming and moaning and throwing up and dying and

i see a person with brown eyes and dark hair and i start screaming and moaning and throwing up and dying and

i see a person with brown eyes and dark hair and i start screaming and moaning and throwing up and dying and