Jun 22
flushed with emotion, and choking on the truth.
could say a thousand things, talk into a corner.
to be clear,
I love you. That is all.
could say a thousand things, talk into a corner.
to be clear,
I love you. That is all.
"is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?"
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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