The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.
At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.
Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?
Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.