(no subject)
how is possible that everything is so perfect, yet so fucked up?
why is everything exactly how it is supposed to be, but we're going against destiny?
tonight was introspectively extroverted.
it was a good contradiction.
me--"do you think that there are people up there looking at us right now?"
sue--"yeah. (continues spinning in circles and singing)"
why is everything exactly how it is supposed to be, but we're going against destiny?
tonight was introspectively extroverted.
it was a good contradiction.
me--"do you think that there are people up there looking at us right now?"
sue--"yeah. (continues spinning in circles and singing)"