There’s still a smattering of balloons on my ceiling and every once in a while one of them will sponateously explode with a loud POP! that gives me a little heart attack each time and yet I’d still prefer all of the unexpected unpredictable mini heart attacks to taking the balloons down and I felt like this was somehow a metaphor for my life so I decided to take a picture and tell you guys about it. (Taken with Instagram at My living room or My life?)
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