exotic instruments give me butterflies.
For you formed my inward parts, you knitted me together in my others womb. I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my sould knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was being made in secret intricatly woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there were none of them.
Psalm 139:13-16
"...we laughed and laughed, together and seperatly, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which i lived my life and didn't think about my life at all..."
-extremely loud and incredibly close
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kristin stemke --
[adjective]:
Similar to butter in texture and appearance
