open doors to
fierce delights and crisp wonders...
weightless
lightly, my friend.
decadence
when the coffee so rich, and the chocolate so dark...
prove me wrong.
i have deduced that everything, all of it, life, is completely absurd. there is no point. you can only look up at the stars so many times and ask yourself what all of this is for, and why, but there is no answer. the solution, for me, is to stop asking and just live it.
nothing is new
it always starts and ends the same way.
if i let you,
would you?
sweet sorrow
parting is such,
i only have eyes,
for you.
trash
always take out the garbage, triumphant day or not.
some things don't always turn out great. the shitty photos for your viewing pleasure:
