The tiniest coffins are the heaviest.
Today was the saddest day in my 2015. I watched a friend I have known since we were 11 in Primary School break down in tears. I felt so helpless in my tears.
posted by Mr Brightside at 6:09 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.
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