i wear my hair in two pigtail braids to remind me of being a child. lighter days ahead. i hope.

[psychieinadress]

you'll find me under the crooked tree at the top of the hill, the one that grew from the ashes you scattered in the wind ; ashes of your greatest love ; and you will find me there, in the shadows, the light hitting my cheeks at a 90 degree angle and you'll wonder if i am real, if i am her, if i am to be true. and ill see you and ill watch you and

Comments

[designedxmess]

thats beautiful yo.

[psychieinadress]

aww danke raffy.
i try.

[buttsworth]

I second that.