every time during the flights, suguru held satoru's hand throughout the flight, softly touching and stroking her.
actually, satoru wasn't afraid of flying-it was an excuse to hold hands with suguru.
You know you’re just like me Next time I promise we’ll be perfect
Alternative title is: the formative experience of lighting up your cigarette with the one your friend, with whom you have an homoerotic relationship, is smoking. (Maybe too much of an specific experience of mine?)
I think about them often
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08/09
Tired
in the end, i couldn't save you
an encounter
fammmm
let's dance under the stars, my one and only
So stay with me
loveholic