April 2012
14 posts
No matter how dim it gets wherever i am
frankocean:
I never quit working. I work in the dark cause work is light. I tell my work all my problems because it never gives answers i have already. It never edits without me. Doesn’t call me names. I give my work away, because it doesn’t cost me much. In fact i’m indebted. I work hard since life is hard. Death is a soft place, it can wait. But work ain’t love. And love ain’t work. For sure.
Contemplative
I just want the ocean, a chair, a cigar, and a cheap beer. That’s all.
frank ocean: could this be earth? →
frankocean:
could this be light?
does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
one look out my window theres trees talking like people.
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound
i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
i slept in the darkness it was lonely
& it was silent.
& what is this love?
i don’t…
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WatchI will go she the crap out of this movie.
