I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
1,000/10 because when I read "Shing Xiong" I read it like sound effects, then jumped out of my chair and posed repeating it. Seriously, though. Shing Xiooong! Firing laser cannon of doom! XXIIIOOOOOOOOONG
...that's a famous person that I should probably know about, isn't it?
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
