born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a perceivable entity

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walking along snowy roads, looking at soulless trees, checking the time, it's late

my loved ones make me the happiest person

co — ★: caress the shard of sadness that lives inside your heart.

to be like a butterfly with burnt wings, i love it

i smell like hysterical seizures, washing powder, dried falling apart flowers, wired headphones, half-drunk coffee, squeamish notes.

but she smell like blooming lilies, the awkwardness of the sea breeze, a sparkling smile, my lovely dream, strawberry lip gloss, goosebumps during dawn, key chains with memories