Late-night confessions #7
Late-night confessions #5
Late night confessions #4
How ironic that a person who hated flowers, fell in love with one
Late-night confessions #3
I confessed and you acted like you didn't hear me.
If it wasn't love, what then was it?
when nothing goes to plan.
I don’t know who I am, but I know I’m not the same, I know who you are, and you’re all to blame, you’re running through my veins, and when you whisper my name, I know who I want to be,