My name is Ruth. I'm 24 this year and I need a outlet to my busy/tired/outrageous/strange/moody/needy thoughts. I hope you find kindred spirit in these thoughts of mine.
Sunday, 14 April 2013
He fancied his memory of her to be that of the whimsical sort- layered with sickeningly sweet evenings and the warmth of their bed. A fucking fairy tale that had flipped into a Grimm's tale.
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