One day scissors will be for paper again. One day razors will be for shaving again. One day food will be for eating again. One day cake will be a treat again. One day cutting will be arts and crafts again. One day sadness will be temporary again. One day life will be fun again. One day we will recover.
you like putting pineapple on your pizza? oh thats great i hope you enjoy putting pineapples on your children's graves because you're WEAK and your blood line is WEAK and you will not survive the winter
❝I like the curve of a ballerina’s foot. I like when boys are passionate about something and care about their mothers. I like poems about coffee and fücking and love. I like when I’m on the highway and I make eye contact with the person speeding next to me. I like when I’m in the city and I see someone taking pictures of skyscrapers; with their necks arched back and their eyes lost in the view and their mind on something wondrous. I like drinking wine with friends and vodka with strangers. I like when my heart feels full even if my wallet is empty. I like when people hold my hand or lift me up. I like when someone offers me something—anything—their advice, to pay, their love, a hit. It’s a good feeling to be excited for the future and proud of your past. To speak to someone new and genuinely impress them. To leave something better than it was before. To be charming just by being yourself.