See also: We're all just breaking things loudly, begging to be seen. Humming words so violently they're practically all screams muffled by a ghost mouth and the words just won't come out, so we wait around and talk about the weather and write love songs for people we've never even met.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness. - Leo Tolstoy

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