I feel like I lie more often than I mean to. The soup is good, no I don’t mind, it could be worse, I don’t want any, I’ll be fine, thanks so much, I had a great time. Lies that drip from my tongue like honey that is meant to sweeten the bitterness of life. Lies that make me feel like a hollow chocolate Easter bunny left behind on the discount shelf of the local dollar store.
(Source: pentacular)
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