I Cry Too Easily - Tumblr Posts

Just now, I looked up at my wall and I saw my pink and white dreamcatcher. It's stained with black nail polish because months ago, my room was messy and the dreamcatcher was on the ground and I was painting my nails and I spilled the polish. I look at it and I think how that was such a small thing I forgot about ten minutes later, but there's that crooked dark mark forever and it'll never look the same because my tiny mundane mistake changed its entire appearance and vibe forever. And isn’t that crazy? That something so insignificant could seem so big when you look at it long enough?