What do you do..
When the one person in the world you think you can depend on to be there for you emotionally…
Fails?
[Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.]
-I'm Ordz. I'm 21. I like beautiful things and the arts. This is my space.-
-I'm Ordz. I'm 21. I like beautiful things and the arts. This is my space.-
