Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes. – Sonya Hartnett
Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing. – Sonya Hartnett
Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes. – Sonya Hartnett
Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing. – Sonya Hartnett