Aisline likes warm weather, girls, and Superbad
Acacia says: Now all the stars have gone faded into cracks of dawn and I’m still waiting here waiting for you to come home…
You need not to climb mountaintops,
You need not to cross the sea,
You need not to find a cure, for everything that makes you weak.
You need not to reach for the stars ,when life becomes so dark,
And when the wind does blow against the grain,
You must follow your heart.
