Take note dear followers. I can’t say i don’t eat fast food, but i do like once per week. Take care
In wounded lips and salted cheeks. You are my Four even, sometimes, i want to deny it. Like autumn leaves, never faded, evergreen. Your hand touching mine. Your flying kiss, you coming to me. your eyes staring at me (telling mines somethig we both know but is not necessary to spell) and that goodbye kiss with your hand over my shoulder trying to make me stay just two more seconds of eternity. i needed to go, but i promise even if i deny it, you are my Four. And you know we are Two. See you soon, my tattooed boy.