This endless craving for you is making me weaker than ever.
I'm Mikayla. Seventeen. Senior. Las Vegas.
I'm complicated. My AP Psych teacher told me so.
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain”
— John Keats, Bright Star (2009)
All credit goes to talesfromthecreeps but it wasnt black and white and i need this on my blog.
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