artistic aspiration and ambition, philosophy, foolishness

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains
And I’ll blend up that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins
‘Cause your heart has a lack of color, and we should’ve known
That we’d grow up sooner or later, ‘cause we wasted all our free time alone. By Owl City, “Rainbow Veins”