Listening to: Copeland - Hold Nothing Back
Mood: ...they don’t make words for this.
This has been one of the most vulnerable days of my life.
I am physically ill.
I have inhabited someone else’s body and my sense of balance has dissolved.
My eyebrows go up in the middle when I cry; my chin has a thousand dimples.
I can break into a million pieces.
Mood: ...they don’t make words for this.
This has been one of the most vulnerable days of my life.
I am physically ill.
I have inhabited someone else’s body and my sense of balance has dissolved.
My eyebrows go up in the middle when I cry; my chin has a thousand dimples.
I can break into a million pieces.
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