Everything is safely stored in the Archives
We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.
you couldn’t say much less now could you
if it’s not me you need to sleep beside … who am I to you?
There’s loving and there’s losing, but I think I’m just past choosing now
Don’t live a lie
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map