deer huckleberry:
what happens when our fingers drift apart? the weather is changing and i feel we are drifting. i want to see your words floating off the page. come carry the moon with me.
bambi
deer huckleberry:
what happens when our fingers drift apart? the weather is changing and i feel we are drifting. i want to see your words floating off the page. come carry the moon with me.
bambi
