The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.
Sunday, closed — Tomáš R.
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Tomáš R. · 4 comments
i don’t think you want to be in love with me the way i am with you i don’t think you know what a feeling like that would do the way it would eat at…
doesn’t this night hurt so good? — zoie m.
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zoie m. · 2 comments