i love the feeling of waking up under the blanket, feeling a little bit chilly but having the nice warm blanket keep you warm and fuzzy. and then propping up myself with my arm and swinging my legs over the bed onto the floor and standing up.

sunday mornings are horrible but lovely

[because nobody likes mondays anyway]

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and though they weren't the champions, or competitors anyway,

it seemed like they mattered the most;

because people from all over had come to see them;

the night was so dark they were shining brightly like stars

each and everyone of them, independently, but together;

it was like, it was as if the crowd didn't matter;

however passive, however distracted, however uninterested,

they were still shining, brightly, beautifully,

not for you, not for me, not for anyone else it seemed,

it really was for themselves

sweating profusely, rocking it hard out,

under the blinding lights, the excessive smoke/gas,

they were shining brightly, proudly, bravely, surely.

it was dark as night but they were shining brightly as stars

because they were stars anyway.

i love it when people shine

because it's so beautiful you just fall in love with them already

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this is a good enough reason to watch up:

[i dont know why but it made me cry]

Cloud -