After we finish cleaning up this mess… we will go our separate ways. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Understood?
Music is the only thing that makes sense anymore, man. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons at bay.
"Where’s my valentine?"
Birds of a feather flock together. #birds
Gonna miss stuff like this next year. #oklahomasky #nofilter #clouds #storm #sunset #sky #oklahoma (Taken with Instagram)