
When the electricity fades and only lightning remains and we've drunk the last drop of dead dinosaur blood (sincerely, delicious) and we're forced to run outside into the streets, you and I will yell out aliases and call signs like fighter pilots falling. Because we don't know each other's real names.
Amazing how i can click with strangers more than my friends.
ReplyDeleteThis one is just Brilliant .
ReplyDeletelastrina :)
ReplyDeletesounds like a really fun time out with friends. XD
ReplyDeletethe love is still there...
ReplyDeletei am still here...
i just got tired....
i am just giving you time to miss me..
maybe this time you'll start figuring out YOURSELF...
i miss you...
i am chasing with time..
ReplyDeletei must win over it...before it gets you..
what about you???
it's weird how I'm always falling in love with strangers.
ReplyDeleteit's the end of the world as we know it :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I feel fine <3
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the time Erin and I met at the metal concert. She treated me like her bestest friend ever~
ReplyDeleteLearn their real names and pick a place where you can whisper to them your own. It's the only way you'll both live when the storm comes.
ReplyDeleteLove this one.
ReplyDeleteThat thing I wish I had written.
ReplyDeleteThis is it.
and everything salman rushdie ever wrote.
yes.