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If I call you a loser it means that I’m probably in love with you
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When we could talk at 2 am
And you’d say things about you
I’d say things about me
We’ll have a speck of discussion
About the cosmos and the fates
About dreams and portions of complexity
Unfazed by rays of words and ignorance
That fall on the mouths of people under daylight
Let’s talk about questions
Of hows and whys
And let’s invite the dust of the moon
To settle down on our pupils
As we wait, let’s talk about glimpses of the unknown
And hints of oblivion, and the foreboding present
Until my mouth slips on its tongue
And I’d say things about you
You’d say things about me
And as night and morning starts to dance
We could say things about us
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the halls of a high school in Texas filled with students supporting their classmate after his mother lost her battle with cancer
Just wanted to reblog this again because THIS is what life is about. This is pure, genuine love towards others and it’s the coolest shit on the planet. I don’t know how we got to a place where it’s corny or whack to be kind and genuinely love everyone. Everybody wants to be pissed off and hateful all the time. Idk man, I just think this is a microcosm of what our society should look like, everyone lifting each other up.
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Last night we camped out on a giant disc structure on top of a mountain that overlooks all of Los Angeles county. It was a good night.
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