“Sometimes I grow so tired of speaking my emotions to you. I open my mouth and dust spills out instead of feelings. Dust, and the yellow wings of moths, and brittle paper, scrawled over with riddles that lack solutions.” — Gabriel Gadfly Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I grow so tired of speaking my emotions to you. I open my mouth and dust spills out instead of feelings.” — Gabriel Gadfly Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I grow so tired of speaking my emotions to you. I open my mouth and dust spills out instead of feelings. Dust, and… — Gabriel Gadfly Copy Share Image
