Joannakutcha Stories

♡ todos tenemos una belleza artística, y la tuya, mi amor, era la tristeza. ♡

As the wind blew her hair, along with the leaves, she knew she was falling. And falling hard

When you're just alone , demons come back on , mines. well , mines came back stronger than ever. not being able to discover yourself from young age is hard , being attac...

"I don't know man. But all I know is that I have just made the biggest mistake of my life.

a girl, a boy, and a bouquet of dead flowers