It occured to me (while further damaging my now-purple hair), that it's the journey that counts.
Why is it that cliched phrases never hold any sense to me until I discover them myself?
Why is it that cliched phrases never hold any sense to me until I discover them myself?
Photo: Ryutarou Arimura
Plastic Tree - Ammonite Live House Tour photobook.
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