in real news: i broke my foot.
in other news: why those pages don't have more of me, i don't understand and never will.
nights like saturday night, those are the times where you should see your true glimpse of us: no fears, nobody to impress, no chains to keep you tied up, just you, me and the moon. why do you let that feeling slip far away from you, when you're capable of spending hours and hours reveling in it? you can wander and meander, but i'll stay right there, in that moment, cuddled up with you in the grass.
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