where every revolution starts
and every war ends at,
I call it art
A Hundred Roses
By night_thinker9
And suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that... More
And suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that... More
where every revolution starts
and every war ends at,
I call it art