Thoughtsicantcontrol: “I Knew That We Shouldn’t Speak Again, Because Here We Are And Now My Heart Is Closing Up And I’m Struggling To Breathe And The Tears In My Eyes Are Fogging Up The Corners Of Them. I Don’t Wanna Say The Wrong Thing, I Don’t
rabb1t-h0les: “When I was little I used to fantasise about love and how it was a beginning. Like it was a warm and cosy summer day, a lit candle in darkness. As I grew older, love proved to be a cage without windows. A sweltering heat that has left
