The palest of icy grey eyes. Aluminium eyeshadow that scarcely washes off. The role-reversal of being strong, silent arm-candy. Hours of touch and affection fully fills an upgrade bar. Hiding in hot tub baths against chilly spring winds. Vino Veritas confessions an hour before midnight. The only time we slow down is to sleep. The Blonde Sundae has run out by the mid-afternoon on Sunday. Melted ice cream makes for surprising sadness.
12:06 p.m. - 2018-03-26
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