Pretend not to love if love has passed on
It shall tear your heart and consume your soul
Let the star explode. For the time you stole… 92 more words
Tags » Nostalgia
Memories. The assorted figments of imagination. Lovely concoctions of the mind. Souvenirs of the past. Mile stones of the memory lane.
I have always imagined them to be like one of those gossamer strands Dumbledore extracted after pointing his wand to his temples. 315 more words