‘I rather like [her].’
“Caesar liked Brutus, and look where it got him.”
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?
...There is a feeling that you should just go home, and spend a lifetime finding out just where that is.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map