I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames. And the smoke smelled like my past, and it stung my eyes but I was too stubborn to blink. — Radical Face Copy Share Image
I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames. And the smoke smelled like my past, and it stung my… — Radical Face Copy Share Image
I would like the ambition to go directly into songwriting; individual songs. I want to see what I can do to push myself sonically… — Radical Face Copy Share Image
The way I view touring and shows, for me, is that I really like playing, but that's not the thing that fuels me. I… — Radical Face Copy Share Image
In all honesty I think, sometimes with the LGBT community, if you look at anything else surrounding it, there's always been this oddness and… — Radical Face Copy Share Image
Everybody's bones are just holy branches cast from trees to cut patterns in the world. And in time we find some shelter, spill our… — Radical Face Copy Share Image
Brother woke just after midnight and he didn't make a sound, and as he climbed from out of bed with severed rings around his… — Radical Face Copy Share Image
The days blur into one, and the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done. — Radical Face Copy Share Image
