“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday
Once, while I was sitting alone by the rocks of the shore, I saw a lost bird staring at a large flock of birds migrating into somewhere probably beautiful, and I misunderstood it for being happy.