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A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow; like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful.
I love that quote; it's so pretty.
ALMOST-SPRING-BREAK-I-CAN'T-WAIT-YAY-FOR-SLEEPING-IN.
I might survive it... if my brother doesn't kill me. What scares me the most is I don't even know if I'm joking about that anymore.
I just keep telling myself I only have a few more years here, hopefully. Something'll work out. And when it does... WOAH. Haha!!!!!