04.30.05
touch me now
I liked too, the feeling of melting and the warmth of the seat and that feeling of impending death that, as a teenager, you stare at until it is forced to bat its eyes. We thought, yes, we are going to die. I can feel my stomach lurching. But we will die young and beautiful under the Florida sun.
There�s no room for pity in that.
shi-ou-sama at