aamandasmithh:
My veins exude from my skin and leave me dry
aamandasmithh:
"I worry when I leave I wont have anyone to count on for complete honesty"
aamandasmithh:
I carry The Fire
aamandasmithh:
Three
aamandasmithh:
Five. I need to feel something different for just a little while
aamandasmithh:
Seven
aamandasmithh:
Absence
aamandasmithh:
Thirty eight. Freak outs.
aamandasmithh:
Nothing.
aamandasmithh:
Stowaway
aamandasmithh:
Stowaway
aamandasmithh:
PLEASE READ
aamandasmithh:
Silent lover
aamandasmithh:
Minor White
aamandasmithh:
stowaway
aamandasmithh:
Stowaway
aamandasmithh:
"An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road."
aamandasmithh:
November Laundry
