Auteur : bcommeariane

New York you’re perfect, oh please don’t change a thing.

Jaune.

And then, it hit me.

It’s been a long time, but I’m back in town.

The rules of legal love.

It’s not that I have been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality.

Just passing through.

Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth.

Part of me wants to say there’s a part of me over you.