.sarahwynne.:
your words give me chills
.sarahwynne.:
stalk a zombie...
.sarahwynne.:
for sarah
.sarahwynne.:
not quite summer..
.sarahwynne.:
~
.sarahwynne.:
anomaly
.sarahwynne.:
train wreck
.sarahwynne.:
IMG_7203
.sarahwynne.:
.
.sarahwynne.:
the lights of your destiny are in my hands
.sarahwynne.:
'Though quite free to will whatever we wanted to do in a given situation, we were not free to will to love others, because the will did not really want to. We were literally bound in our own sin.'
.sarahwynne.:
scarred
.sarahwynne.:
catchlight so bright,
.sarahwynne.:
in the hands of a woman
.sarahwynne.:
freedom
.sarahwynne.:
complicated
.sarahwynne.:
come on babe, why don't we paint the town... and all that jazz
.sarahwynne.:
child of the tempest
.sarahwynne.:
the shoe doesn't really fit anymore
.sarahwynne.:
sun-kissed
.sarahwynne.:
diamante
.sarahwynne.:
hold
.sarahwynne.:
eyes of ebony, eyes of gold
.sarahwynne.:
et cetera.
.sarahwynne.:
tiptoe
.sarahwynne.:
ill.
.sarahwynne.:
morning.
