Yesterday, I had this idea of smashing a plate every time I get my heart broken, and slowly glue the pieces together as I feel better. And then smash it again when the heart breaks again. And see how long the plate lasts, and how that corresponds to my level of cynicism.
Yesterday, I had this idea of smashing a plate every time I get my heart broken, and slowly glue the pieces together as I feel better. And then smash it again when the heart breaks again. And see how long the plate lasts, and how that corresponds to my level of cynicism.
ReplyDeleteSigh. I hope you feel better, darling.
I think by now, my plate would be in so many tiny shards, it would be impossible to put back together again.
ReplyDeletei guess you'll have to melt the glass and make a new plate
ReplyDeletekeep your head up!
whats goin on mama
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