a naughty word whispered in the dark. An embrace so tight that it takes the air out of you.
A collection of my favorite things jumbled into a thousand fantastic memories.
An old song that reminds you of the person you were before all the pain set in. Dedicated to laughter and magical moments.
Quicksand pulling me in a way that keeps me grounded. Filling my lungs with hope before squeezing my throat.
My god, i crave every beginning and ending; every second of you..
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
a naughty word whispered in the dark. An embrace so tight that it takes the air out of you.
A collection of my favorite things jumbled into a thousand fantastic memories.
An old song that reminds you of the person you were before all the pain set in. Dedicated to laughter and magical moments.
Quicksand pulling me in a way that keeps me grounded. Filling my lungs with hope before squeezing my throat.
My god, i crave every beginning and ending; every second of you..
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