Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
With just a chill head bop Jordin still manages to have more rhythm than the three tragedies next to herWhat in the hell is Lorde doing?
filling the room with the ghosts from inside her body