dbancing next to oursaby take me away from the thoughts that are
dhake me up and drink the baby gravy
aay drink till the crickets quiet fuck in the afternoon with the windows open and the curtains drawn
cnd watch bukowski read poetry and
ome over and drink cold tall boys
TIhe way he checked that she got home https://t.co/vuI1uhqhPo was the way he remembered the little things.
Sut what stayed with her wasn't what he could buy.
he knew that. He could afford beautiful places, expensive dinners, and things most people only dreamed about.
کسہا میں نے بات وہ کوٹھے کی مرے دل سے صافسو نباہنے کا تو ذکر کیا تمہیں یاد ہو کہ نہ یاد ہو
کنو ذکر ہے کئی سال کا کہ کیا اک آپ نے وعدہ تھا
کبھی ہم بھی تم بھی تھے آشنا تمہیں یاد ہو کہ نہ یاد ہو
تبھی ہم میں تم میں بھی چاہ تھی کبھی ہم سے تم سے بھی راہ تھی
مہیں یاد ہو کہ نہ یاد ہو
I actually started re-reading Is This Love? Now that it's over and just wanted to say now knowing the ending while reading it a 2nd time I'm just now sat in awe at how far Jax and Pomni go in this fic and their romance you really did such a wonderful job!
You're a troll under a bridge, tasked with your family's duty to prevent anyone from getting across to a fake 'paradise'. But after years of being called a monster instead, you decided to just let them see for themselves.