Took a ton of photos yesterday at Grays Court (i...
whisperedverse: Poetry is a tuneless song the soul sings, in words never spoken; A melody on heartstrings, heard most clearly by the bent, the broken.
whisperedverse: Questions spur thoughts, and thoughts spur dreams that might seep and settle in a mind’s needful seams, blooming, and slowly blossoming to her most lurid fantasies; to answers that will set her free.
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hellsyeahitssarah: I can’t believe how Long its taken, Or how we got here. I’ve loved you since forever, Yet only for 4 year. I want our lips to touch, And our hands to hold. I want to feel your body, Comfort me when i am cold. I want to kiss in public, And not to be afraid. I want to live together, In…