“Platonic friendship: the interval between the introduction and the first kiss.”
I think it was a crime, the things we waste trying to not waste our time
...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