Aware you're your own assassin.
‘[...] For a moment, maybe...’
about a soul's escape to its own space
Sundays are the best time to unwind and be lost in the coziness of love. To reflect and spend time in silence
Our eyes—the images they give us . . .
Can you feel spying eyes?
What if what you think about this story is completely wrong??
i miss our mornings. rolling over to tell you a dream and listening to yours. instagram: anonymousfinch
The cold whisper of a day long gone.