The air was still. It wasn't silent, but there was a serene sense of tranquility lingering in the midst of a broken day.
I closed my eyes for one last moment of enchantment, but all was lost when the clock struck tweleve.
I'm 18 now, and it scares me.
2 comments:
i fucking hate planes.
love will
but aside from laughing at will. lovely picture. and i'm scared too! now i can get tried as an adult if i fuck up. :(
i'm going to be a regular jail bird
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