Are We There Yet?

Sorrow drips into your heart like a pinhole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty and half full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
[SIENNA MILLER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
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dcfc!
usually am averse to nail art.. but that’s kinda kickass