Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Wednesday, May 18, 2011 || 8:58 AM
"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
A suspicion that the moon might smell like cheese if I go close enough...
Been what, 4/5 years?
It's fucking amazing how people can remember things.