Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Thursday, July 05, 2012
found on my bedroom floor. loose leaf.
3. there is something beautifully mysterious about unknown origins. being forced to accept what is because you know no difference.
being unaware of where someone was built is almost blissful. a chance to be content in breath.
no one else could understand that the simple act of staying alive says more than words can.
No clue what the context was for this.
being unaware of where someone was built is almost blissful. a chance to be content in breath.
no one else could understand that the simple act of staying alive says more than words can.
No clue what the context was for this.
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