get over the sorrow, girl. the world is always going to be made of this. you can trust in it. unless you breath in, bravely. i adore how you simply surrender to high. and your lungs, they're mourning. t-b style. all the stillborn love that could have happened. all the moments you should have embraced. all the moments you should have not locked up. understand, so clearly: to shut yourself up would be the hugest crime of them all*. hugest crime of them all. you're just crying after all, to not want them humans around any more. get over that sorrow, girl. get over it.

*säg bara när det är så enkelt att göra rätt. (?)