It is my nostalgic nirvana. It is my most treasured memory of us. My bouncy blonde curls would fall in front of my face as he would put me up on his feet and make me fly like a bird. I would fall to the ground laughing. His crooked smile to this day makes me feel safe.
i like cats, pot, tattoos, rock n' roll
You’ll never get both sides of the story if ya only talk to one person
