Heat rushed into my cheeks the moment her lips touched my own, and as my heart leaped into the back of my throat, I let go, losing myself in her arms, under her touch, and her fierce kiss.
-C. A. Hall, Wolf of Mine
no one talks about how hard it is when your mood is constantly switching between "its okay, i don't care. i'm fine" and "i don't know how much more i can take"
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Poésie pour facteur ...
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
-Virginia Woolf
By: dolorsilentium
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Belle façade dans les ruelles de Tourtour (Var)
Everytime some less popular blog post anything
@omaxy :
This ( @omaxy) is a fake blog and steal content of people from here n there even erase their watermark n post on their own blog mainly stealing from @melancholiacs rn
Plz report every1
Art By: @alt3r4ti0n
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fenêtre basse à Tourtour (83)