Maybe I just want to hear my words, but from your mouth.
Maybe I just want to hear anything from it.
After all, your voice is my favorite sound.
Your eyes are my favorite color.
Your skin my favorite taste.
Your touch my favorite sensation.
Is there a version of this story where we win?
If so, how many times do we have to lose to find it?
Because I’ll take every loss,
If it means that eventually we win.
they say when we die, our lives flash before our eyes i didn't hear the news until a month later and your life hasn't stopped flashing through my mind since swimming in the lake you in underwear since
interactions between strangers sisters.2 * * * your sister messages you on facebook he's in the hospital a stroke, they think you should come see him you take the ultrasound with you they tell you he
i don't feel like i have the same right to cry like maybe they can see that my tears are slightly more heavy than theirs maybe it's like how muscle weighs more than fat maybe anger weighs more than gr