A small, context-free darling.
Mar. 1st, 2013 09:19 pm
I want so much to not be cynical. I want to look up into the sky every morning and feel my heart lace through the sunshine; to cup my hands around transcendences like a Douglas Coupland girl. I want to hopscotch over the bad things on a string of generosities, and thus find my way to shore.
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You know I'm working on Indestructible by the sound of unmitigated sobbing coming from behind the laptop.