God, what a feeling it would be to have you under my fingernails, feel your sweaty palm pressed against mine, see a brief look of panic and confusion in your eyes and hear you talk about nothing for hours.
picture and quote are both mine.
CZYTASZ
hiraeth.
Poezja(n) homesickness for a home that you can't return to, or never was. pictures, lyrics, quotes and poetry. some is mine, some isn't. cover photo isn't mine.
