life in frames

↷✦; Lyrics: ❞

yes, I know your type

this is something like me

going up to the floor

where are you looking at me

I'm taking you by the hand

because I know at night

you're so into the sound

I'm tired of exams, to be honest. 💔😵‍💫

How is your summer going?

Poor thing. He's tired of the noise, just like me, so he came to me.

Michael: There is no perfection in this world, not even under the crown. Your Highness, you are a walking contradiction. On the one hand — kindness and intelligence, on the other — treachery, thirst for revenge and such pride that it touches the ceiling.

Cornelia: Have you decided to make a list of my sins, Michael? Let's say. And what is the moral of this fable?

Michael: Morality? And... damn, I was trying so hard to find beautiful words about not being perfect that I forgot what I was getting at. It slipped my mind.