burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
the look on your face when she asked you if you were okay. you looked blank for a second, like that question wasn't even meant to be asked. then you looked down and said 'no.' you are so lovely and kind, you are always welcome in our house.
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