The shittiest bookworm in the world who will make you laugh and cry and think with her stories.
I lieshiveringin the moonlightWon’t you comeand hug me?
For you, who will know it’s you.
Remember the day we first met?I was crying,and you cheered me up with your gentle…
He sat in the darkest corner of the bar, half of his face hidden by a worn hat. The glass of beer before him remained untouched.