Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beg — Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
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Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beginning, and then you go numb.

— Tiffany Schmidt, Bright Before Sunrise
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