I hate the significance of love because once it’s gone everything is fucked up, because when you don't know what the fuck it is, you even call a car love. Until the soul reacts attracting yourself to another person, but there is no moment when you don’t love even the back of the mind counts, a random passenger in the subway, a long lost girlfriend or boyfriend, some pop star.
The greatest thing you ever learn is to love and to be loved in return.
So basically the reverse one is easily explained.
My throat gets worse, I feel as if it’s a crumbling wall with spiders, I hate spiders, smash, blocks of dry paint falling down hitting nothing but leaving holes for me to fill with coughs.
Day Fourteen
The greatest thing you ever learn is to love and to be loved in return.
So basically the reverse one is easily explained.
My throat gets worse, I feel as if it’s a crumbling wall with spiders, I hate spiders, smash, blocks of dry paint falling down hitting nothing but leaving holes for me to fill with coughs.
Day Fourteen
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