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The Dust Has Grown Flowers
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2017
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“There is chaos in everyone's heart.
Some just grow flowers on it while others tear it apart.”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
Some just grow flowers on it while others tear it apart.”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
“Isn't it strange how we all start as strangers?
Fall in love,
share infinities,
hurt each other,
fall out of love
to eventually end as the strangers we once were?”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
Fall in love,
share infinities,
hurt each other,
fall out of love
to eventually end as the strangers we once were?”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
“[...] The fact is that in order to be loved and to accept love you have to get naked to the very bone of your own being. Taking off every layer of skin that gives us humans the illusion that in some way we're different from the rest. For better or for worse. Truth is though that under that burden of skin and flesh we're all the same mortal skeletons dancing to the same bittersweet song of life. [...]”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
“There is chaos in everyone's heart.
Some just grow flowers on it while others tear it apart.”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
Some just grow flowers on it while others tear it apart.”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
“Isn't it strange how we all start as strangers?
Fall in love,
share infinities,
hurt each other,
fall out of love
to eventually end as the strangers we once were?”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
Fall in love,
share infinities,
hurt each other,
fall out of love
to eventually end as the strangers we once were?”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
“[...] The fact is that in order to be loved and to accept love you have to get naked to the very bone of your own being. Taking off every layer of skin that gives us humans the illusion that in some way we're different from the rest. For better or for worse. Truth is though that under that burden of skin and flesh we're all the same mortal skeletons dancing to the same bittersweet song of life. [...]”
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
― The Dust Has Grown Flowers
