Faded Fantasy (публикации за 28 января 2018)3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode

R/K/

 

 

he placed his hands

on my mind

before reaching

for my waist

my hips

or my lips

he didn't call me

beautiful first

he called me

exquisite

H/L/

I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror of everything this world has to offer.

J/Q/

Deep inside, she new, who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her pesonality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, or often, nothing at all.


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