a shell inside yellow tissue paper, curled beautifully with a dried up corpse of a baby snail inside. why? Because within the curve of each beautiful situation, each moment suspended in teardrops, each growing smile, there’s a corpse ready to crumble and deposit itself all over your happiness. The brilliance of this is that nothing is ever simple. You will never get a happily-ever-after on a plate and at various points you will wonder WHY you believe. Its worth it though. The story within a story.
Ocean and salt. Faith and disappointement.
When you get the chance, you should dance.
Its worth it. The flirting, the twirling, the notes and the love, the floopiness and the flooziness. All of it. Like a whiff of salty air that fills your lungs and expands your heart with satisfaction.
The return is always beautiful. <3
the return is always sweet. <3
hahahaha, not really :)
maybenotsomuch.