ellen-claassens

My bad baby by my heavenly side.

Blurred, like the lines covering your eyes Blind, like the rage growing within me. Our souls have never matched, maybe we're just too much alike. Or maybe, just maybe, you don't want them to.

Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC

Blurred

Blurred, like the lines covering your eyes Blind, like the rage growing within me. Our souls have never matched, maybe we're just too much alike. Or maybe, just maybe, you don't want them to.