One day late this year. It was burning hot, but the tears just started flowing and I was strangely overcome. I sat in the car and started sobbing, before wiping them off to rush to a press conference.
posted by Mr Brightside at 5:21 PM
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
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