Saturday, April 28, 2012
i agree with this quote. i do. but i am willing to wait.
"She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust."
Monday, April 23, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
this reminds me of the apartment book
the motorcyclist /grandma and grandpa's house above the fire place
Monday, April 16, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
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