Margrete. Always forgotten, never cared for.
I've moved to a new blog, needed a fresh start, but this one stays around for nostalgic purposes. Find me anew @ paratualma
"There was moonlight in his soul.”
— Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)
"Because at the end of the day, it is still you, that I love. No matter what happens, my choice is still you.”
