Every slip-up.
Every time I’m about to slip up, I tell myself - what’s the point of holding it up 90% of the time when the 10% you slip up will negate it all?
And with time, it always passes.
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an amateur writer, photographer, and designer; a sleeper, a reader, a walker, a liver (not in the organ-sense).
loves: fruit, witty remarks, music, dwarf tulips, light sage green, and watching the sky.
can't survive without: water, sunshine, love, my family & friends.
