Woke up this morning with gravity everywhere. Dreamers shouldn't have to put up with any such indignity. Artists will tell you that they see the notes, feel the colors, smell the truth. You can't make somebody else burn.
Here's that ton of bricks that I've heard so much about:
Love won't make you happy. Not forever. Neither will lack of the stuff. Losing love will make you unhappy. So will losing your keys. Heartbreak looks for excuses.
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