burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
a really nice night.
you walked over to my house in the freezing cold, not to mention it was almost pitch black and raining, that in it's self made me smile. i don't care how it sounds, my favourite place to be is inside of your jacket.
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