All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. Dylan Thomas
This blog's from a fun-loving/choco-holic/music-obsessed person!
Do you ever think, when you're all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath, when I look at you, are you holding back, like the way I do? Cause I'm trying, try to walk away but I know this crush ain't going away.