no nathans allowed!: Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase. The last glimpse...
Via no nathans allowed!
Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase. The last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face. I swear those hands move faster everyday. I’m more confused than ever but I don’t beg or pray, ‘cause the sparkling light from the morning sun is all we should need to feel one.
I reach…

