It-Is-The-Stone-Cold-World: I’ve Lost Hope, That Desire To Kiss Her Will Ever Die. Every Time I See Her I Want To Breath Her Fragnance And Kiss. Every Time, Even If I’m Mad At Her. It’s A Curse Of My Life. Every Time I See Her I Want To Breath
aseaofquotes: Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye :*
