My Crazy, Beautiful Life

Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

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i hate when you’re not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daisies and sing for the sake of singing like no stop that grab a pitchfork

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