Triumphs and Regret
Scales of being await us all in the end. No interpretations but a balance of triumphs and regret.
Scales of being await us all in the end. No interpretations but a balance of triumphs and regret.
It’s implicit, the desire for conspiracy.
“He walks at a snail’s pace, through the fog and all. Earbuds turned all the way up. Spotify playlist playing all of the aesthetic hits.”
Written by Jacob Ibrag All that had to go right for you to be here. The things that had toContinue Reading





