Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I feel ugly” I said and you looked at me as if I spoke a different language. There are things you will never understand and if there were words to describe the rapture that takes place in my head from time to time I would put my hand in front of your eyes to protect you from all the ugliness in the world. I kept my eyes on the streetlights outside the window and you kissed every inch of my body as if you could kiss the pain away. ”
Charlotte Eriksson
From : Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
