⊹ ୨୧ ׅ۫ pretty and vintage and too small skirt. i bought it. this will me be my new inspiration. i could get inside this one. tracked my skate after a two-mile walk in girl-stretchable fun. doing my skate with a snowball pompom felt skirt and nylon tights cute hat with matching scarf. my thighs and fingers were already frozen, ice burning from miles on foot.

Ꮺ˚࿔ find the old photo, reminds him of the day he was growling and hissing, portending the merging of chaos that had gripped our minds for months. little skirt, ared so hard it burned skin. like a delicate petals pattern, and a thorn that divides the human skin. wandering on red and green hills, falling into human hands without mercy. stretched and pulled, in the closet next to the shirt, hanging a concertina-lined skirt, tucking it in with graceful and easy little folds that exist to please like a million glittering crystal fragments all pressed tightly like a pack of cards as their movements sway and dance over their feet tickle and prance the feeling of making smiles and chills which makes the folds start to vibrate, skims for pretty hips.

people come and go but music stay.

<🎀📄> choose the one who’s suits on me? :]

୨୧ because our fantasy of true love is that it will be just that—simple and easy.

usually we imagine that true love will be intensely pleasurable and romantic, full of love and light. in truth, true love is all about work. the poet Rainer Maria Rilke wisely observed: "like so much else, people have also misunderstood the place of love in life, they have made it into play and pleasure because they thought that play and pleasure was more blissful than work; but there is nothing happier than work, and love, just because it is the extreme happiness, can be nothing else but work..." the essence of true love is mutual recognition-two individuals seeing each other as they really are.

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