A Gentleman made of Salt-Water, Mountains, Tattoos and Ship-Wrecks
Friday, July 2, 2010
Don't Say a Word
The two of us, hanging out, doing stupid shit. If ever a romance had less than a snowball's chance in hell, it was ours. I knew that. But then there we stood, more in love with one another than any two people that I've ever heard about, and brother, let me tell you---- I'm talking since the dawn of mankind.