I have considerable thoughts amidst perpetual trains of brainless banter, a decent grasp on words between internet slang and profanity, and quite the imagination contained in a brain consumed with logic.
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
Oh, I love children - especially babies!<3
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