Waterfall
He’s a paper cup
You’re a waterfall, my love
Can he contain you?
4
Kudos
4
Kudos
He’s a paper cup
You’re a waterfall, my love
Can he contain you?
It must be nice to feel so entitled to so much of somebody else; to somebody else’s body, time, affection, attention. Doesn’t it get overwhelming? All this entitlement? Doesn’t it get heavy? To walk around knowing you have so much claim... Continue →