you single-handedly crushed my big world into a tiny ball and opened it up and called it art.
and I believed you.
because you could tell me that the sky is actually green and clouds are made of tiny people and that trees whisper amongst one another and I'd believe every word.
and that's all well and good and all but that means I have to believe you when you say you love her
and **** does that sting
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
you single-handedly crushed my big world into a tiny ball and opened it up and called it art.
and I believed you.
because you could tell me that the sky is actually green and clouds are made of tiny people and that trees whisper amongst one another and I'd believe every word.
and that's all well and good and all but that means I have to believe you when you say you love her
and **** does that sting
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