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giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. i told it all step by step, how i landed on the island and how i swim across the sea, and it crosses my mind that i may awake to a knife in me. no more breath in my hair or ladies underwear tossed up over the alarm clock. blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem, a heartfelt last line reading. there is no more mystery, is it gonna happen, my love?
it’s all in my head, she said, morning after nightmare, “you’re building a wall” she said “higher than the both of us” “so try living life, instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile, and i’ll promise not to leave you”
it happened under a rainy cloud passing through the dark south we went into a big house, and slept in a small bed. i didn’t know you then as well you of me. we talked of our sad lives and we went off separately. i found your overseas souvenirs, holiday greeting cards, those long forgotten high school fears, “it’s all in my head” i said, banging a piano “i’ve not been so alone” i thought “since kicking in the womb” i drank so much tea, i wrote my letters in kanji around the block, i walked and walked pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here without you
the hurting never ends, like birthdays and old friends, we forget that this flesh, blood and bone is human. trading phone lines to airlines, unwilling to face that love is found on the inside, not the outside. and like a medicine bottle in the cabinet, i’ll keep you, and like a medicine bottle in my hand, i will hold you and swallow you slowly, as to last me a lifetime without holding too tight. i do not want to lose the thrill that it gives me to look out from my window and scrowl at the houses from my world in the bedroom. “it’s all in his head” she read in her girlfriend’s self-help book “it’s all his own making; a war with himself, like two sides of a wall that separates two countries, he shuts out the world he once knew to love you”
not wanting to die out here
without you

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

yes and no are the answers

the sun will deal a bump on me

the sun will deal a bump on me

the sun will deal a bump on me

the sun will deal a bump on me

the sun will deal a bump on me

the sun will deal a bump on me

the sun will deal a bump on me

novos escritos no procela

você encontra por aí

onde sempre acha

novos escritos no procela

você encontra por aí

onde sempre acha

novos escritos no procela

você encontra por aí

onde sempre acha

new track out on @slagwerk_

‘Clouds Without Water’

These men are hidden reefs in your love feasts, shamelessly feasting with you but shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by the wind; fruitless trees in autumn, twice dead after being uprooted. They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.

link in bio

new track out on @slagwerk_

‘Clouds Without Water’

These men are hidden reefs in your love feasts, shamelessly feasting with you but shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by the wind; fruitless trees in autumn, twice dead after being uprooted. They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.

link in bio

new track out on @slagwerk_

‘Clouds Without Water’

These men are hidden reefs in your love feasts, shamelessly feasting with you but shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by the wind; fruitless trees in autumn, twice dead after being uprooted. They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.

link in bio

salve, curitiba
amanhã toco no @geleia____
últimos ingressos disponíveis
espero vcs la

salve, curitiba
amanhã toco no @geleia____
últimos ingressos disponíveis
espero vcs la

salve, curitiba
amanhã toco no @geleia____
últimos ingressos disponíveis
espero vcs la

in dis life gotta fly

in dis life gotta fly

in dis life gotta fly

in dis life gotta fly

it’s out the new amazing album by @quitlife7000 on @highheal00 , which i am featured on. i wrote the lyrics had the pleasure to do my first *official* singing appearance as e6c41. the song is called “apeiron” and it’s out everywhere

it’s a piece of my heart

thank you all so much

enjoy!!!

it’s out the new amazing album by @quitlife7000 on @highheal00 , which i am featured on. i wrote the lyrics had the pleasure to do my first *official* singing appearance as e6c41. the song is called “apeiron” and it’s out everywhere

it’s a piece of my heart

thank you all so much

enjoy!!!

it’s out the new amazing album by @quitlife7000 on @highheal00 , which i am featured on. i wrote the lyrics had the pleasure to do my first *official* singing appearance as e6c41. the song is called “apeiron” and it’s out everywhere

it’s a piece of my heart

thank you all so much

enjoy!!!

it’s out the new amazing album by @quitlife7000 on @highheal00 , which i am featured on. i wrote the lyrics had the pleasure to do my first *official* singing appearance as e6c41. the song is called “apeiron” and it’s out everywhere

it’s a piece of my heart

thank you all so much

enjoy!!!

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

oh no, gaps in time are grooming me

meu ep reborn: e6c41 - uplifting chaos

24/11/2021 via @genome6.66mbp & @logologo.ltd

single ”flaming hot cheeks“ 19/11/2021

mix por @maffalda0000
master por @agazer0

cybershot pics por @33ontheblocks
styling @brechodofuturo

meu ep reborn: e6c41 - uplifting chaos

24/11/2021 via @genome6.66mbp & @logologo.ltd

single ”flaming hot cheeks“ 19/11/2021

mix por @maffalda0000
master por @agazer0

cybershot pics por @33ontheblocks
styling @brechodofuturo

meu ep reborn: e6c41 - uplifting chaos

24/11/2021 via @genome6.66mbp & @logologo.ltd

single ”flaming hot cheeks“ 19/11/2021

mix por @maffalda0000
master por @agazer0

cybershot pics por @33ontheblocks
styling @brechodofuturo

meu ep reborn: e6c41 - uplifting chaos

24/11/2021 via @genome6.66mbp & @logologo.ltd

single ”flaming hot cheeks“ 19/11/2021

mix por @maffalda0000
master por @agazer0

cybershot pics por @33ontheblocks
styling @brechodofuturo

meu ep reborn: e6c41 - uplifting chaos

24/11/2021 via @genome6.66mbp & @logologo.ltd

single ”flaming hot cheeks“ 19/11/2021

mix por @maffalda0000
master por @agazer0

cybershot pics por @33ontheblocks
styling @brechodofuturo