Tinashé Bounce a little, love a lot

Mayday, m'aidez.

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

-Shel Silverstein



Stuck. In. My. Head.

I loved this movie. It made me cry in the beginning! This remix only adds to the good.



In my life
why do I smile
at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
Social convention. Common decency. Self preservation. Laziness.

Frida says you can do it

You are getting sleepy

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