my dear,
you don't have to be in love to feel happy. you can't stop the heart from being crazy. but let paint and music fill that void. crazy for glitter? oh meet me when the dasies have fallen off your garland. let these pixels plague you? i don't even know what that means. she's almost on the west coast. MY MOTHER HAS GONE TO HER ROOM. rose embroidered sheets. lemon walls. And how this has to do with love... my dear, love...like flourescent halls and twinkle lights. THAT'S LOVE.
goodnight.
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