I woke up on time and when I sat up, I could smell wet pavement from the open window. The rain sounded like a brown bag of rice s...
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
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2AM is not for the lovers with their arms wrapped around each other. 2AM is for the lonely 2AM is for the cat ladies and the moonli...
(A "fragmented essay" written for my class.) #college Every single human being alive on the entire planet is going ...
You never really asked permission to show me the garden. But you picked the lock and led me to the flower bed of my words. I found us sl...
Humor. Skill. Whit. Sex Appeal. In that order. I'm telling you you're everything, but I'm still not sure what your stereotype ...
I know you aren't God, or Mother Nature, but if you were the one who patterned the winds and called the rain I'm te...