The way the letters of your name fall upon the page seems so beautiful to me. Their sprawling swooping quality drives me mad and I want to see if my name sounds the way yours looks when you whisper it in my ear at 3 a.m. on a Thursday night when the whole world stops to listen to our synchronized breath.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
The way the letters of your name fall upon the page seems so beautiful to me. Their sprawling swooping quality drives me mad and I want to see if my name sounds the way yours looks when you whisper it in my ear at 3 a.m. on a Thursday night when the whole world stops to listen to our synchronized breath.
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