"All of us are desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and fucking each our way to the end of days."
The sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.
cedorsey:
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vasilinaorlova:
the wind is a Lady withbright slender eyes(whomoves)at sunsetand who–touches–thehills without any reason(e.e. cummings, post impressions)