queersintherain Uncategorized January 28, 2018 1 Minute One can’t write directly about the soul. Looked at, it vanishes. Virginia Woolf (via ariestess) Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by queersintherain View all posts by queersintherain Published January 28, 2018
Question of Smoke 