Wednesday, March 31, 2010
a cookie and a flask.
Sometimes you just need to hear the words, “everything is ok.”
Because it doesn’t matter how it looks or feels. It’s ok.
the sun is rising. the moon is setting. it's a weird in-between. but something glorious is being made of all this.
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