the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake because then you’d go your whole life not really knowing if something is a a mistake or not.
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map