i teared up at the thought of owning succulents.
there was so much joy in my heart, and i smiled.
any sign and touch of life is beautiful.

i, to be noticed,
is too much to ask, therefore,
i have to let go.

procrastinating tears.

it's late and all i want to do is cry, for various reasons. both good and bad. because i'm a coward, yet burning with passion.

but i continue to reblog, retweet, and like and like and like to avoid the realities of my life, to stop the tears.