Bag over my shoulder, I turn around once more at the threshold of the crevice: this cave was my last abode. Giving it up is hard, but I don't have time to feel sad: the tide of mist crawls at my ... [+]
Dear —,
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then please return theirs in at least the condition in which you found it. But whatever you do, for heaven’s sake don’t break it and hold onto the pieces!
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then please return theirs in at least the condition in which you found it. But whatever you do, for heaven’s sake don’t break it and hold onto the pieces!