monsouffle

Some things are better left unsaid.

sleepynanno

I can’t lose you, babe.

sleepynanno

we lost a lot of things in the fire, so it took a year for me to find em.

monsouffle

Some things are better left unsaid.

sleepynanno

I’ll take you as you are. 

monsouffle

I wrote you a poem for your surprise.

monsouffle

You’re the same old song.