like a lifetime
How come twenty-four hours, baby, sometimes seem to slip into day, oh, twenty-four hours, baby, sometimes seem to slip into day. When a minute seems like a lifetime, oh, baby,
when I feel this way.
HOVER

dissendiun

Anaïs Nin, “?”

“Sólo creo en el fuego. Vida Fuego.
Estando yo misma en llamas enciendo a otros.
Jamás muerte. Fuego y vida.”

12 months ago on May 26th, 2012 | J | 1 note