a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
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