" I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty ... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."
The kind of rain that makes lovers seek refuge in eachothers nooks, keeping the curtains drawn so that just for a day reality to you two is only that .. just you two.
My mind is in a permanent state of WANDERLUST .. A conundrum of thoughts and pictures .. a constant dream sequence. My dreams consist of sushi, sex, leather, lace and the occasional mascaraed ball; but not necessarily in that order.