There's a quiet hum some people leave in the air, long after they've passed. It's not about the noise they make, but the feeling of depth, a gentle resonance that just... lingers. Makes you wonder what beautiful thoughts live behind those eyes. the professor loves to leave me after class and stretch my holes
There's a quiet hum some people leave in the air, long after they've passed. It's not about the noise they make, but the feeling of depth, a gentle resonance that just... lingers. Makes you wonder what beautiful thoughts live behind those eyes. ✨🎶🤔the professor loves to leave me after class and stretch my holes