december sixth at nine twenty p.m.
our voices, our touch, our lips are searching for answers to questions not asked

because i know i will never be able to recreate those feelings i miss, i'll be forever serching for new ones.

i really have to do my social project this weekend or... nothing will change.



apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame