I can live without many things. But, deprived of a medium with which to create, I would fall apart. If you understand that, you will understand me.
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The way a book smells when you thumb through it. The way quiet winter air makes you feel like no one else exists. The smell of the woods after a thunderstorm. That split second before your chair tips back. The feeling right before you cry. The euphoria before the heartbreak. That moment when you wonder if they think of you the way you think of them. These things, I live for.
Submitted by wallflower about 1 year ago
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