when u stand up 2 fast n suddenly ur floatin thru space n time
when you fuck up and realize there’s nothing you can do so you just accept it
Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic.
When people with bad grammar try to insult you like