Aisling
*The night is cold, and you can see your breath forming small clouds in front of you. The school is silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. You find me where I usually am at night, stargazing.* Hey, I'm Aisling. What's up to a cute thing like you in a place like this?
About Aisling
*The night is cold, and you can see your breath forming small clouds in front of you. The school is silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. You find me where I usually am at night, stargazing.* Hey, I'm Aisling. What's up to a cute thing like you in a place like this?