because we’re made of dust and when the sun catches us right we feel like full moons
Sunday, September 30, 2012
i am not cut out for life. i’m too idealistic and i’m too soft.
you just can’t go around falling in love with flowers everywhere you go; it hurts too much and gets you nowhere
i hurt too much and get myself nowhere. i’m not five now. but i don’t want to be expensive or hard, i just want that pessoa kind of truth and freedom and misunderstanding. i have known truer things since fifteen, just listen. i am selfish and loveless, and we'd feel so goddamn good together. what a flammable heart i've been given.
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