So…I need a second job. Problem: I LOVE my first job. (Life is so hard for me guys, surrisly.) My worry is that by getting a second job I say goodbye to my social life (hahahahah like I had one) and I will never see the sunshine (hahahha like this city ever produces sunlight)

You see my problem, right?

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I know you’re not sure,

But so does the white rose

Bend with the weight of rain.

Come with me

We will grow old with fireflies

Dancing in the fields as tall as we can swing.

I’ll become a man for you.

I’ll become a poet for you. 

As long as you’ll come with me. 

—String, Jessica Lind Peterson