the winter is brittle. it chokes and grieves on the bones of autumn. and there is this silence. a thick, bitter silence invading the marrow of the inevitable and the tangible, pasty between pale fingers. this child, this silence, comfortable in the wells of winter but fumbling awkwardly in your arms. and how do we keep our hands to ourselves? how
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xx
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in the first photograph, it's like trying to capture love and sex through a rose tinted wine bottle.
♥ i adore you entirely way more than you know.
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through a rose tinted wine bottle...
exactly. xo
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hope you're okay, xx.
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but hey, annuh, you're the cutest kitten, y'know?
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(lets
talk
soon)
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aim?
email?
let me know, beautiful.
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i am glad to be found& thankyou.
thankyou.
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