creativity junkie trying to figure out what to do with my life.
Neda's blonde curls were bouncing behind her, a thousand miniature springs all set into action at once. She had a bounce to her walk, like any moment her next step would launch her into space and sometimes Esme was afraid she would.
By tay marie6 years ago in Futurism
colder weather makes me want to be in love when the breeze kisses my cheek I wish it was You when I wrap myself in a sweater two sizes too large
By tay marie6 years ago in Poets