i pressed the moon to my breast
and took light to heart
now i see clearly when i fall apart
and pull myself back together
with nebulous lassos
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
i pressed the moon to my breast
and took light to heart
now i see clearly when i fall apart
and pull myself back together
with nebulous lassos
learning how to love yourself the right way, is starting to seem to be the theme of growing-up. finding people who love and appreciate the mess that you are under the shape you fake? serendipitous splendor.
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