Monday night my phone rang, and when I picked up I heard this:
“Beautiful girls, all over the world. I could be chasing, but my time would be wasted. They got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you …”
It was the first time I had ever been serenaded to, and it was done by this ‘lil Cassanova right here. Oh Hayden, can you please stay young, and sweet, and innocent forever?
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