All I want is you to come undress me,
Laying sideways underneath the windowsill.
Let’s not say a thing, no, let’s not even think,
Just hold each other here.
You live the life you're given with the storms outside,
Some days all I wanna do is watch the sky.
Casey, 20, wanderlust.
“People didn’t fit in slots— prostitute, housewife, saint— like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.” --White Oleander
Some days all I wanna do is watch the sky.
Casey, 20, wanderlust.
“People didn’t fit in slots— prostitute, housewife, saint— like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.” --White Oleander
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