a poem/essay on the pain of falling
“Some clouds took my lover's shape but they did not follow me home”omg this is so beautiful
"I learned then love to be an infection that starts holy then slowly turns mortal." oooofffffffffff
“Some clouds took my lover's shape but they did not follow me home”omg this is so beautiful
"I learned then love to be an infection that starts holy then slowly turns mortal." oooofffffffffff