(no subject)
I don't accept this. The world is all fucked up now. Who knew how much of the atmosphere of my mind was swirling pictures of you?
The rest of these thoughts are not ready to be written yet. They're not at all eloquent (you always managed at least that much) and you're worth better than what I have left. Wasn't that always the case?
The rest of these thoughts are not ready to be written yet. They're not at all eloquent (you always managed at least that much) and you're worth better than what I have left. Wasn't that always the case?