I often feel like if I ever need to explain life to someone, perhaps if I’m ever to encounter a dead person with amnesia, I will tell them that it is like constantly sprinting head first at a thick brick wall.
The one with the black and white striped peplum top and buttery jean shorts crossed her hands delicately on top … More
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Love is something I believe in so strongly that sometimes I feel like I don’t know any other way to … More