We run in circles too afraid to say what we feel, orbiting around each other in the solar system of life, when all we really want to do is to collide and set the world on fire.
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Perfection
I like to say that perfection doesn’t exist. Why then have I spent my whole life trying to achieve it.
Beauty
she was born with fire in her soul and stars in her eyes she had the whole world living inside her and only you could see it
it’s okay
Someday you’re going to get tired of reassuring me tired of always saying, “it’s okay”
Dogs
Dogs are made of love, it’s the people who put the hate in them because they can not stand to see something so pure.
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