Life is what happens when I play the ukulele.
The rest—wasting precious ticking hours inside a crowded bus, dreaming stupidly about love, feigning productivity in front of a computer screen—is just some cheap fake I got lots and lots of.
Life is what happens when I play the ukulele.
The rest—wasting precious ticking hours inside a crowded bus, dreaming stupidly about love, feigning productivity in front of a computer screen—is just some cheap fake I got lots and lots of.