the sound of a needle on a record, the distinct pop and crackle out of the speakers, the warmth of it - because that's what it is, if ever a sound was warm, it would be the sound of vinyl being touched by a diamond.
for all the things my parents did to shelter me. their precious. their baby.
i found my way to being broken anyway.
sometimes. it's just meant to be.
i was made for this.
for all the things my parents did to shelter me. their precious. their baby.
i found my way to being broken anyway.
sometimes. it's just meant to be.
i was made for this.
