behind this window of sorrow
behind this window of sorrow my life was splintering in a shower of sparks and fear lifeblood coursing ever faster and higher ayn rand's anthem was preaching words spilling into…
behind this window of sorrow my life was splintering in a shower of sparks and fear lifeblood coursing ever faster and higher ayn rand's anthem was preaching words spilling into…
in the moment of leaving i knew that i could love her more fully if we were not lovers that my healing had been complete her love had given me…
tarot of loving she had started planning dates without me inviting me afterward *you are welcome to come* the gap between her and her 8 yo son was nonexistent they…