trang quynh nguyen:
Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
trang quynh nguyen:
Midsummer night's dream.
trang quynh nguyen:
How gentle is the rain, that falls softly on the meadow ?
trang quynh nguyen:
i'm watching you breathing, for the last time.
trang quynh nguyen:
i planned to give it to you, but i'm too late.
trang quynh nguyen:
holding on with fingers and feelings alike
