catmoustaches
She stood there, hair silently waving in the breeze. Ribbons of gold and red flew out behind her. Her eyes were dead. They showed no emotion: They were only green discs with nothing behind them. It was raining. The steady pitter-patter r…
Time is healing, painful, the end of all good; but when you're suffering quietly, time helps like it should.
Love is always yellow, never blue, and best of all it's there for you.