emily, charlotte:
The sun had painted, patterns on your face
emily, charlotte:
Behind closed doors
emily, charlotte:
you are beautiful, and peaceful this way
emily, charlotte:
Anti-gravitea
emily, charlotte:
The sun had painted patterns on your face
emily, charlotte:
The sensible one
emily, charlotte:
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
emily, charlotte:
We are clouds, we are whispers
