May 2012
8 posts
April 2012
16 posts
March 2012
10 posts
February 2012
33 posts
And sometimes it happened, for a time. The kind of love that comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like a pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know why your friends had been evasive...
well well well ; one more month till my birthday , which also means … one more month till i pierce my belly button :)
i honestly love piercings :’)
