You Gave Me A Forever

The Risen Sun Too Bright In Her Losing Eyes.

Okay, Maybe I'm Not Such A Shitty Writer. But I Can't Pull My Ideas Together, Van Houten. My Thoughts Are Stars I Can't Fathom Into Constellations.

Her Primary Reason For Living And My Primary Reason For Living Were Awfully Entangled.

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You, Tumblr.

I Wanted More Time So We Could Fall In Love.