Saturday, November 10, 2012

If he's not Superman, he must be a mama's boy.



When the night sky brightens up once more, the moonlight is too fierce.
I am forced to close my eyes.





Don't forget to breathe. You're some kind of angel; I'll never be able to let you go.

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