people throw rocks at things that shine. by alannamatopoeia

two hours, twenty four minutes, and six seconds.

john phan, i, hate, tags, we were friends back in high school

good times never seemed so good. by alannamatopoeia

caroline, i, hate, tags, acoustic

rivers always reach the sea. by alannamatopoeia

best friend, what are tags, no, i love you

as swift as a coursing river. by alannamatopoeia

john, phan, he's the man, with a plan