A last goodbye.
It’s 33 degrees outside.
No clouds.
Blue skies.
But today
The sun and
the world.
Can go and fuck themselves.
I miss her so much.
Sorrow
an ode to travelling
an ode to travelling
A last goodbye.
It’s 33 degrees outside.
No clouds.
Blue skies.
But today
The sun and
the world.
Can go and fuck themselves.
I miss her so much.
My Maddy Travel 