visionaria: #9 Traces of life.

visionaria: #9 Traces of life.

Visionaria: I Heard The Sound Of Your Bike, As Your Wheels Hit The Gravel, Then Your Engine In The Driveway Cutting Off And I Pushed Through The Screen Door And I Stood Out On The Porch Thinking Figh, Fight, Fight At All Costs, But Instead I

Visionaria: Can’t Sleep Right Where I Want You&Amp;Hellip;

Aego: Tonight, I’ll Need A Massive Dose Of You. Nothing Else Will Ease These Tremors, Nor Ease These Silkened Wall’s Wet Quakes. You’re My Body’s Desperate Addiction And The Prolonged Absence Has Got Me In A Restless Jittery State, Battling

Visionaria: I Walked Into The Bedroom This Morning, Pulled Back The Covers And Gathered Them To My Face To Smell Your Scent Again. If I Had One, I’d Be Dressed In Your Worn-For-A-Day Shirt Right Now.

Visionaria: (Pete Seeger And His Banjo) (Via Visionaria)

Visionaria: Good Morning. Please Don’t Leave. Stolze: Theme Of The Day: Something Red (Via Masochisticbeauty) (Via Masochisticbeauty)

Visionaria: It Would Be A Good Morning If You Were Kissing Me There.

Scented

She Can Only Visit That Place, Just To Taste It Again From Time To Time. It Is No Home, Unwelcoming, When She&Amp;Rsquo;S There She Needs To Be Gone Again.

Alltoofondly

Alltoofondly

Alltoofondly

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