“it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”
...Everything I used to be came raining down on top of me..
I wait too long for you to come home
“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