Sunday is a terminal diagnosis


Sunday is a terminal diagnosis

Truth Churns, Burns Truth Yearns, Learns Wrongs must be, Resolved Wrongs must be, Dissolved.

Sleep makes me tired, Being awake makes me sleepy. Coffee makes me wired, Going without makes me weepy. School makes […]

I don’t know how not to love, and I don’t know how to be loved.

There once was a girl who started a blog, she didn’t know how her writing or drawings would be judged, […]