I think I understand:
why the man who lost his son
comes here only in bad weather
when he can lean full tilt on the wind's shoulder
That its not matter that matters
but the shadows they throw
against the lives of others
(just a deep extract from skirrid hill omg can't wait to finish my lit exam and give my anthology to georgerai thus imbuing him with some life altering metaphysics)
and why Sia choses to masquerade her face
For there is no greater power than covert glory
I was watching an interview (as you do when you've only like a day until the most important exam of your life so far) and Sia said she was in a store and her song was playing; people saw her but no one said anything and it felt so good
Imagine the power!!! Knowing everyone loves you but no one knows you
Like Walter White: no one would believe he was Heisenberg, but he knew he was the best methamphetamine manufacturer in the world <3 this is true power
I hate people seem to know me but I don't know anyone; trust me you wouldn't want this irrevocable curse. Also today was not good because it took me six hours of mindlessly staring out the library window to realise I'd been stood up :( and I'm finally beginning to accept I cannot revise english literature :(
This is why Sia constitutes my holy trinity:
To be invisible is true power in its purest divinity
For visibility is the ultimate burden
comes here only in bad weather
when he can lean full tilt on the wind's shoulder
That its not matter that matters
but the shadows they throw
against the lives of others
(just a deep extract from skirrid hill omg can't wait to finish my lit exam and give my anthology to georgerai thus imbuing him with some life altering metaphysics)
and why Sia choses to masquerade her face
For there is no greater power than covert glory
I was watching an interview (as you do when you've only like a day until the most important exam of your life so far) and Sia said she was in a store and her song was playing; people saw her but no one said anything and it felt so good
Imagine the power!!! Knowing everyone loves you but no one knows you
Like Walter White: no one would believe he was Heisenberg, but he knew he was the best methamphetamine manufacturer in the world <3 this is true power
I hate people seem to know me but I don't know anyone; trust me you wouldn't want this irrevocable curse. Also today was not good because it took me six hours of mindlessly staring out the library window to realise I'd been stood up :( and I'm finally beginning to accept I cannot revise english literature :(
This is why Sia constitutes my holy trinity:
To be invisible is true power in its purest divinity
For visibility is the ultimate burden
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