Elegia-e-ode
You are not your job, how much money you have in the bank, the car you drive, the contents of your wallet, your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
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in my mind, there is only eternal beauty. on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/10042242
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