Bloom, sweetheart.
Bloom where you are planted and reap what you have sown.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
So I guess feelings are a lot like rain.
It's beautiful when it's drizzling and slow. Because too much of them will have you drowning.
Making you wish you didn't wish for rain in the first place.
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