He feels like green-laden fields bathed in sticky summer. I shower in that joy daily.
I wish time would slow down. Maybe then I’d be so overflowing that I could sustain myself on the mere memory of what this feels like
Recipe maker
Her heavy limbs find refuge in my softened body. She stirs and Her eyes blink wide and meet mine with delight. Please draft a recipe so I ...
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Prepare yourselves to be blown away. A 14 year old boy and his 17 year old sister teamed up to make these miniatured self-portraits. Not o... -
Spence is actual sunshine, and I, the lucky girl who got to marry the sun. I soak in his splendor and marvel at his light.