February 2011
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i find it strange that i met you during winter, for one never expects to find a flower when the air is cold and the ground is encased in frost.
“As i slipped my hand under her shirt and traced lines across her back, the moonlight transformed her eyes from the ominious blue of a lake at twilight to a tremulous and pristine cobalt” FFAASS
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
