♡ loathing the figments of bygone’s catastrophic romance. too artless, young for love. i shouldn’t have fallen for that speck of hope that what we had could be as idyllic as a flowerbed of endless dandelions. perhaps, i was just a victim of your honeyed lies.
♡ loathing the figments of bygone’s catastrophic romance. too artless, young for love. i shouldn’t have fallen for that speck of hope that what we had could be as idyllic as a flowerbed of endless dandelions. perhaps, i was just a victim of your honeyed lies.