We try and fail to be travel brochures, we count kisses like days on prison walls and her friends sleep with their sunglasses on, they all have tinted dreams
Source: Trouble Came to the Turnip
Contributed by: marj
Your life isn't big enough for both of us, so faretheewell, I'm off to seek complications, library romps, a midnight kiss.
Copyright © 2014 Gaiam, Inc.