I like the rain before it falls. of course there is no such thing, she said. That’s why it’s my favorite. Something can still make you happy, can’t it, even if it isn’t real.
For what shall profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
1:32 pm, by britb198
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Life has been art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
I have a crush on your mind, I fell for your personality, and your looks are just a big bonus.
