"She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already I know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough."
Hiya, I'm Rhiannon and I'm seventeen. I am a massive loser despite how much I try to hide it, and I'm currently in the process having a life-long existential crisis. Ask me a question, we should be friends.
"It was a Monday, and they walked on a tightrope to the sun."