“Platonic friendship: the interval between the introduction and the first kiss.”
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
Caught a bolt of lightning… curse the day he let it go.
And he who forgets will be destined to remember.
could’ve been something..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map