Maxioms by Edna St. Vincent Millay
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in read more
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
