Dear You,
The sky is gray today. It looks sad and the houses are sleeping through the howling wind. I can feel the air circulating around my bare legs through the crack in my window. I’m sinking in a bed full of unfinished letters and empty envelopes and stamps and photographs. I’m disappearing…
(Source: dearyou-loveme)
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