Perfect

I don’t need perfect, for perfect is a dead end which will never start another story, another road. i want where winding roads begin and meet; with hot coffee and mittens, dusks like a carpet across the sky, and patchy
I don’t need perfect, for perfect is a dead end which will never start another story, another road. i want where winding roads begin and meet; with hot coffee and mittens, dusks like a carpet across the sky, and patchy
February gets a collaboration which has taken over a year in the making; I had originally recorded the instrumental part of this for my ex (who was the person who had originally introduced me to this song). I was never
I had initially decided against cosplaying for Japan Habba, with all the music and travelling happening around me. But in the end I couldn’t pass up on a RuroKen group cosplay. Borrowing bits and pieces from friends and building and
The bus stop where I’m at is a tiny little place – a bench wide enough for three people, with a roof overhead barely keeping the elements out. It has managed to fend the rain away so far though, if only