pirateoforange

today we're younger than we're ever gonna be. i. and we finally did it, drove to the mountains watched meteors and let the mattress grow damp under our love under the stars ii. there are things to be reconciled iii. my eyes sting like chlorine, but from crying, I finally disappointed them; the highest order of shame iv. but you cannot put people into pockets; good, bad don't mix with them v. and I cannot choose who I love vi. your lenses are straight, elite and proud mine, open and accumulating filth vii. maybe I should run away more often, we never talk like this viii. and you have to realise that I live in