i find all of these amazing things all of the time that inspire me (i.e. cross stitch and embroidery) and i just need to get some stuff and do it. i love this shit.
hold your head high, little darling. you'll make it home again. to a place you once knew long ago, a time to pretend. you'd rather look back than forward to what you used to know. but i wouldn't blame you for it cuz the heaviness only grows.
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