when the snakes die, we put roses in their heads to make their ideas decline from beautiful to withered in less than a week. it's nature's way of saying "it sounded better in my mind...." or "maybe we should go back to the drawing board."
you've got diamonds for eyes.
the shimmering beauty immediately contrasts a hard glare and high standards.
cut, carat, colour, clarity.
"what about the fallback plan...?"
through all the rain, our hearts smiled. thunderstorms were our anthems. clouds capped our cups of coffee. what a mouthful.
tingling, but numb.
weeks flew by, and i don't think my priorities have ever been straighter.
be yourself, because those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter.
savour your time.
be passionate about what you do.
sing like nobody's listening.
live without regret.
love without condition.
don't doubt your decisions.
break dance not hearts.
truefuckingloveforever.
<3
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