Sometimes love is hard and messy.
You mean, love with abandon?
Hearts with Scaffolding.
I'm so scared to lose I'd rather not play the game at all.
The wind in your hair, or the width in your wallet?
Who cares if there is a spoiled brat by your side if you are truly in love?
I don't have time to think about the things I hate.
fat equals flavour.
The ugly can be everywhere.
Even if the coffee is hot, a cup of coffe still armless.
Being able to love is more important than being loved.
You are always faced with a new (different) experience after (finally) unpacking that last box.
