Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

denise, 19 this year and my life revolves around music and people who love me.
ON HIATUS

denise, 19 this year and my life revolves around music and people who love me.
ON HIATUS
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