we used to spend retorika class tracing each others futures on each of our palms. my seatmate has strong, deep lines that hardly crisscross. mine are so faint in comparison, my life line broken and abruptly fading. i might not live long, i whispered to her with a smile as faint as my line. yes, she agreed in her brisk, indifferent manner that
(
Read more... )
Comments 19
I hope you're ok though. :)
Reply
Reply
/hug
Reply
was it?
Reply
Reply
Reply
-bog-
Reply
Reply
*hug*
-sop-
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment