l-isan: ““ Behati Prinsloo ” ”
lost-words-left-unspoken And when your skin meets mine, just for a second, it feels like the sun and the moon collide
wingsvan supremesaudi She was poetry, but he couldn’t read.” i-hold-the-snitch His name was jarred hes nineteen Source: supremesaudi
love-diaries love-diaries “And her I love you’s sounds a hell of a lot like you can always come home.” — Michelle K., And How I Want To