cynthiatedy: (after six)always itching to look at memories, theirs and strangers’waiting for the lights to wake before the dark curtain fallsthey hardly say their thanks and their sorry herenever leave shapes of their absence, just their leftover warmth

cynthiatedy: (after six)always itching to look at memories, theirs and strangers’waiting for the lights to wake before the dark curtain fallsthey hardly say their thanks and their sorry herenever leave shapes of their absence, just their leftover warmth

tags: The World That Never Was,

from: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/supersaiyanj/159487212415