every day, a bit of magic by manyfires on Flickr.
The night was young but I only had you for that moment. Your hands occassionally found mine when itβs not on the steering wheel, I loved it. Some days that memory make me sad, tonight it made me smile. Probably because for that moment I knew you were mine. At least for almost an hour you were mine, and I was yours, not to keep but to remember for the rest of our lives.
I know youβre happy where you are, I am as well. Glad I didnβt drag you into my messy life. I wanted you to remember me as you saw me. For the last time. It was me. All me. All my fault. Sorry.
πΌπ·π± a date in the garden π±π·πΌ
drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious and, most importantly, drunk.Β
me to me: donβt worry baby
blooms for days
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