i just want to break that glass in my hand. i just want to hurt myself
i don’t really want that wine, i just want to get drunk
Three little but very intimate moments. I still remember them, make my heart melt every time.
I love you the first time
I love you the last time
"…when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon’s beauty behind a veil of cloud…"
|-||Geddes, John. A Familiar Rain.|