“We love each other like brutes. Gorgeously and twilled. Any geography is hard. The skin ends where skin ends. It’s mapless. I want to be borrowed, to be assembled, again. To feel a tug on the other side of the… — Kimberly Grey Copy Share Image
“What I wouldn’t give for one last you, my broked half, to be again what fractures you, what wholes you back.” — Kimberly Grey Copy Share Image
“We love each other like brutes. Gorgeously and twilled. Any geography is hard. The skin ends where skin ends. It’s mapless. I want to… — Kimberly Grey Copy Share Image
