
i hate you for selling me all this stuff i don’t need but i love you because i’m addicted and i want more!

i hate you for selling me all this stuff i don’t need but i love you because i’m addicted and i want more!

a dehydrated soul typically looks in all the wrong places for a source of liquid love to quench its thirst in desperation it swallows all kinds of vices that will never satisfy the universal need to be loved oh, to know that the source of liquid love is an inner river of gratitude that sometimes trickles, sometimes cascades, but always flows and must be consumed in sweet sacred silence