…I once thought love was real when we sat atop that hill and looked at cars below. We used to grow. You kissed me on the forehead and told me that you’d never let go. You told me that you’d love me until the end. Which begs the question, are we now dead?…

I Still Think About Who I Was Last Summer (Old Gray)

Of all the beauty in Old Gray’s art, there are a couple things that hit me harder than others. These combinations of words being one of those things.

Thank you Old Gray for the emotional trips and messing with my mind as well for being huge inspirations to me both musically and lyrically. 

I’ll tell you in person one day.

(via imstillnotnude)