“it’s a moment’s shame to ask. it’s a lifetime’s shame not to ask.”
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
“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map