Everything costs money. And if it doesn’t, it costs time. And if it doesn’t, then it costs blood. And if it doesn’t, then it costs your soul or your children’s souls, or your children’s children’s souls. And who knows if there are any souls left after that. What’s worth the price today or tomorrow, your body or your mind? My back hurts from building this furniture. Then I’m going to paint it a beautiful, dreamy blue not really grey, not totally blue one of those muddy colors

Im searching for green A dress to be precise Like one that would inspire a lover To hold his breath And bite his lips As I captivate him...