half way blossomed
a collection of poems, thoughts, and other stuff from my childhood. some present. some past.
a collection of poems, thoughts, and other stuff from my childhood. some present. some past.
BRUISED | ❝stay soft, eds. it looks beautiful on you.❞ It's 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that a...