Jul 29, 2015
She was four months pregnant, and one could not help but to stare at her face and see how she evaporates through the red smile she kept on showing. I craved for it. I remember I craved for it, for her, for her skirt.
βA man passed us with his dog, somewhere on the street a yellow cab stopped, someone fat had yawned as some mothers were playing with their twins. Everything had a sense of silence. I shall be forgotten-that is what I meant. I will die and shall be eaten by dogs.β - via themaladyofdeath.tumblr.com
