I can’t pray or weigh my words right; doomsday is here my friend, but you’re immune. We sufferfor you. I’m weaving crowns of sonnets, dreads;a souvenir so you’ll never forget your friends.

-Jalina Mhyana

Select a background
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image

More quotes by Jalina Mhyana