you got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold 'em.
“Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That’s what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.”
-Wings of Desire


you got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold 'em.
“Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That’s what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.”
-Wings of Desire