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.
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…
I will go she the crap out of this movie.