(photo is “No Other” by Lang Leav)
Don’t you just hate it when the radio plays a random song and coincidentally, it turns out to be YOUR SONG. 339 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
I came upon my old journal as I was clearing my room.
I was expecting my new bed to arrive that afternoon after months of deliberation. 588 more words
unicorn in brooklyn
You’re at that point in your new relationship where your name is no longer your name – and neither is his. Baby. Babes. Luv/Love. Sweetheart. Sweetie. 526 more words
1 month, 1 week