Finding the entrance is like stumbling upon a rift in time. Where time has stopped within, while life goes on outside.
When all else has forgotten. I will remember.
Upstate NY area, Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse.
I do not do graffiti, I did it once, saw that I sucked, and continued to take pictures. Photography is my art form. :)
I hate this self loathing…
The writers were basically like aw happy Rick, you fans happy now?
LOL jk here’s the preview for next week!
Somebody might do the same for me. (Requested by torchesarepeopletoo)
“Maybe they’re not haunting us. Maybe they’re teaching us. Reminding us. So we can live with what we have to do.”