He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…
What the Locksmith Knew — Klára S.
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Klára S. · 11 comments
Why do I keep falling in love with people who can’t love me emotionally, when that’s all I want I wonder if a part of me is scared of falling deep…
Depths — Ava S.
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Ava S. · 2 comments