To think the day started so well
first greatest birthday; what i needed to hear
five words that made me so happy for the new year: babe, I might like phish.
He fell upon the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the bird sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
|—||Victor Hugo, Les Miserables|
She’s the worst