
i've seen stars up north, in new york, in seville and barcelona - i've seen them blinking slowly and impassively from miles and miles away. i remember seeing them as a little boy and chasing them even though i couldn't reach them. maybe the important part was reaching for them even though i knew they were just suns burning themselves to death somewhere far far away.
but the real point is that all of those stars - in virginia, texas or austria - could never shine as bright as your eyes.
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you are beautiful. just
you are beautiful. just sayin'.
thanks i feel as though my
thanks
i feel as though my writing is more tacky than anything, though. :/
dont! some of your bits may
dont! some of your bits may run a little more sugary that normal, but you bring your own voice to them so strongly that it's okay.
of course that doesn't mean you should stop making sure you're coming up with fresh stuff. but you write so well.