Pft
A butterfly named s
The gentle flutter of fragile wings,
A delicate dance as nature sings,
Butterflies drifting on a breeze,
A fleeting moment, a whispering tease.
Soft and light, they soar on high,
In a world where time drifts by,
Life encompassing, beauty profound,
In her ethereal flight, secrets are found.By: Agastya Kumara
Damn ok tina
The boys who were straight—kidding! Mostly
Is this a hint
delicious
SIR???
“Well… She reminded me of someone I used to know in high school. But there’s no chance it’s her, just a strange sense of deja vu. Funny how I still think of her, even though… Haha, next question
Weirdooooo