things were shit. life was shit. "was" being the operative word. now? now, things were different. whether this so called "different" was a good thing? one can't be sure. RANKED #3 in LIQUORICE as of 03/08/19 RANKED #5 IN SECONDARY as of 11/01/19 RANKED #17 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19 RANKED #18 IN BWAW as of 08/12/2020

why do they call her milk? "...i like things simple. i'm not sweet, but i'm not savoury. you leave me alone long enough, and i'll become sour. some people love me, some people don't. take it or leave it." why do they call her honey? "i sweeten the deal. i ooze gold. a treasure from the Gods. the colour of sun rays on a hot day . words from my mouth leave that decadent taste on your tongue. loved by many, hated by few." they are opposites that cannot help but be good with the other. one by themselves is almost improbable. of course it's possible, they're okay on their own, they have to be. but together? together, they make each other better. that's what it's all about. (lowercase is intentional, a stylistic choice.) RANKED #2 IN SAVOURY as of 03/08/19 RANKED #16 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19 RANKED #22 IN MILK as of 05/10/20 RANKED #69 IN MILK as of 12/11/21