Thursday, October 20, 2011
We sat together in the small, yellow circle of a streetlight’s gaze, with our hands on each others’ knees. Probably this dream was the best one all month.

We sat together in the small, yellow circle of a streetlight’s gaze, with our hands on each others’ knees. Probably this dream was the best one all month.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Does your hand touch my heart? I feel so displaced half the time.

Does your hand touch my heart? I feel so displaced half the time.

Posted at 4:05 PM 38 notes Tags: pensive anxiety moderation peeling occult destiny break kill hollow no balance nevaehlleh