he says hey~▲1
7 is a lucky number.▲2
Ugh, I can’t listen to [my] music around him.
Not because he plays his too loud or whatever, but because he listens to all these crazy meaningful songs with lyrics that can send you into a frenzy of interpretations and deepness.
And then I try to put some of my songs on and it’s just like
a song about peacocks or something
and I get so embarrassed. I have some semi-deep songs that I like, but I dunno, most of them are just sad break up songs or just silly and fun to get stuck in your head.
Oh well. I’m okay with it.▲1
He fell asleep helping me with math~▲2
he says hi too
we he is diligently working on his homework.
when he sees this, no one will ever again so i guess enjoy its short-lived existence.▲3
i can’t get a good picture.
he doesn’t like being documented i guess▲
oh yeah he’s here too▲
The sky is made of gold
Clouds are made of breath
Stars are made of silver
And the earth is made of death
Fathers, made of demands
Mothers, vicarious dreams
Sisters made of youth and age
And childhood made of screams
The world is made with bad
And the world is made with good
We hope to be the latter
And stand where great men stood
My heart is made of love,
And the point I’m leading to
Is if things are what we make them
My heart is made of you