The past is a photograph that grows faint and soft with age, held close as if kept secret in a breast pocket, to be taken out on special occasions, to be admired, and to reaquaint yourself with its miraculousness. I will never be eighteen again.
i always quote properly, credit the proper people and link pictures to their sources; i don't take it without letting people know where i found it. if something inexplicable posesses you to take something of mine, please abide by the same code.
1 comment:
bonne anniversaire beautiful lady!hope ur 19th year is magical! il call u 2moro xxxxxxx
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