Some nights, you just have to sit and cry about nothing in particular.
Love isn’t silly at all.
I have nothing deep or profound to say, like the rest of you.
I don’t actually know what my plans are with Tumblr. I still need to set aside a couple of hours to continue to figure it out. I don’t want this to be like my Dailybooth, which was interesting for all of twelve minutes. As of now, though, I don’t really feel like I belong here. I’m surrounded by all this creativity and humor, and I have nothing to contribute. I guess I’ll just sit back, observe, and appreciate, for now.
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“Children are strange and foreign to me. I never really was one.”
Sunrise at my house.
