"...and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be." -Oscar Wilde
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Drunken Wish
I'm tired of being broken. I just want someone to tell me they love me unconditionally and that I'm perfect the way I am. Why is that so hard?
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