Glee| The art of fixing hearts
It hurts like…there aren’t really words to fish out or metaphors to use. It hurts and that’s it.
Blane sits on a bench and stares into nothing; autumn leaves rustle above his head and flutter around on the ground. They seem to whisper and he wishes they could live in some fairytale world where leaves speak and tell you what to do. Because he doesn’ ( Read more... )
Blane sits on a bench and stares into nothing; autumn leaves rustle above his head and flutter around on the ground. They seem to whisper and he wishes they could live in some fairytale world where leaves speak and tell you what to do. Because he doesn’ ( Read more... )
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Yes, this is perfect. This is THEM. So lovely! <3
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