avril 2013
We're living through your eyes.: Intro to Ride -... →
brownlettuce:
“I was in the winter of my life…and the men I met along the road were my homely summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless road toward and my memories of them were the only things that…
mars 2013
