I find myself smiling at the little things, like how laughter feels like a secret language. There’s a warmth in shared moments that makes the world a bit brighter. If our paths crossed even for a fleeting second, I wonder what stories we’d create together. No thoughts, just holes
I find myself smiling at the little things, like how laughter feels like a secret language. There’s a warmth in shared moments that makes the world a bit brighter. If our paths crossed even for a fleeting second, I wonder what stories we’d create together. 🌌✨No thoughts, just holes😈
