*Every love poem I’ve written, since I’ve known you, has been about you.© Marie Marshall
Where would they bury the survivors?
smiles.. it’s funny how we see love and love symbols everywhere we go when we’re in love – it’s just the same when you just bought a certain car – suddenly you see that car brand everywhere you go
Hot hatchbacks are pure sex, though.
i chant you.
I hear you.
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