midnighttdelightt: when i was little i would hold sand in my hands but as i grew, so did the creases in my fingers i could feel the sand slipping away until eventually there was nothing left i’d lost it all
midnighttdelightt: when i was little i would hold sand in my hands but as i grew, so did the creases in my fingers i could feel the sand slipping away until eventually there was nothing left i’d lost it all
