❝𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎
𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎,
𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. ❞- Oscar Wilde
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Aesthetics Of August | ✔
Ficção Adolescente❝Sometimes it's better to let them go, even if the truth hurts and my bitter truth was that he left in the winter, I hope he found his spring.❞ When 18-year old, Zoe Lunette, finds herself sitting with a boy, at the edge of a cliff she rea...