Everything is safely stored in the Archives
if there is something you would die for, then you have something to live for.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
One minute there was road beneath us, and the next, just sky…..
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map