It seemed to me that her soul spilling on the wooden floor with salty
streams. I caught her tears, hoping one day to find a way to return
them to her, to refill the faded eyes with life-giving moisture.
But tiredness deprived me of strength ... In humble despair, I could
only observe how crystal beads break on the floor. At first they fell
silently, but then I heard more and more clearly how the fragments
fall into the thickening darkness ... And I felt like they pierced
under my skin.
2453205 days ago
user @shawnmendes , you have some rEaLLy nice hands and that’s the tea. Now sip it up ☕️
3445506 days ago
hand submissions (vids/pics) are always open(VIDEOS preferably)