Wednesday, February 19, 2020

sparse thoughts.

Lascerò che il vento di montagna asciughi le mie lacrime. 

I've let my heart be stepped on by people who hid knives in their pockets. 

There are still people who glorify drugs and shame sobriety. That's the cancer of our society. 

Il popolo dice "mai giudicare un libro dalla copertina", io invece direi "mai comprare un libro prima di leggere le recensioni".

Every trace of blue hair has now faded, and with it so have all the memories we shared. 
The blue haired goddess is DEAD. 

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