Posted on August 17, 2015August 17, 2015 by InthegazeoftheotherOut of Coffee Out of coffee, I shiver. A bad omen for the day–if I make it so. I am at a loss. A sliver of love squeezes through a window in my phone. She loves me, she loves me not. Today she does. All eyes on me. credit: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestRedditLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related
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