People are like cities: we all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know we're there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves.
(My photo though, by the way)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Qwertier
RandomHello and welcome to Qwertier! (Sequel to my other book, Qwerty, but you don't have to read them in order or anything...it will still make sense...probably). In this book you will find fandom shit, headcannons, random jokes, weird stuff, thoughts, o...
