It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn’t help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky.-Dostoyevsky
there are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.-Neil Gaiman
YEAH!
HMMMMMMM. LIFE QUESTIONS.
Me too. Me too.
Things are great in this picture.
More life questions.
"Why do beautiful songs make you sad?"
"Because they aren't true."
"Never?"
"Nothing is beautiful and true."
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