hopelessly late and vegetarian

/maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousands, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste. But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know/
  • JoinedAugust 19, 2016



Story by ugh
Mains Froides by fantoome
Mains Froides
Cœur ensommeillé, Fleurs délicatement fanées, Odeur de lavande.
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