Nomadic hearts

Molly Walsh

I mean what do we expect? Looking for forever homes in nomadic hearts. Hearts that know no bounds, hearts that crave mystery, the unknown, the exciting. So what happens when you know me? When your fingers have traced circles along every inch of my skin, when you can recite the stories behind each scar on my body, what will happen? What will happen when you wake up one day and realise you're a little too comfortable, a little too safe and im just a little too wrong for you now 

  • Author: Molly Walsh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2016 08:39
  • Category: Love
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  • Quemis

    The exact rift in modern love.



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