>Our boy Timmy. I fucking LOVE this picture. Yes, I’m still gushing about our win. And no, it ain’t over yet. Someone asked me earlier if I was excited for Christmas and for the first time ever I said yes – but only because it means I’m THAT much closer to celebrating New Years with 3 of my favorite girls.
Don't tell me not to feel lonely. You don't know what lonely is. I've spent many moons dancing by myself, and solo sunsets staring into my own eyes. Yet, I'm still here scratching and clawing and flou
Love is never enough. Remember when they lied and told us it was? They even made songs about it. But what if we do have more than love? What if we have sweet and sour watermelon kisses in the grass un
It's my Friday morning ritual. This routine is healthy. It's peaceful, it's comforting. I unroll my mat by the door, because it gets hot. But mostly, I don't trust people. I put my phone on DND, and p