03-06-2015, 02:57 PM
You had me at "endless confluence of motion".
Try as I might, I can't secure a mite of fault.
Beautiful.
Were it the Great War, we'd bond our breasts and top the trench together.
Try as I might, I can't secure a mite of fault.
Beautiful.
Were it the Great War, we'd bond our breasts and top the trench together.
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?