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L watched you last night. I watched time bend to endless. With each stir of your spirit. In the perfection of your silence. Deserves the soft of your cheek. At rest on my chest,. Or the taste of your breath. Sees the light in me. There was always enough magic. To hold us until dawn;.
She is honeysuckle, seashell,. Tinker belle, kiss-and-tell,. And she has given him. Only breathy vowels, and faraway dreams,. The restless rustling of silk and chiffon. Pastel blond angel cake and tiny laughs, and I. Am a burlap sack of wet earth,. And a wool blanket tossed. And a surface, I reek.
I wish I am back. To this little space of mine. I beg to avoid this feeling. Maybe I shldnt just care so much in the first place. Maybe I shld just care about me myself and I. Maybe just not to be nosey.
my journal of a new beginning. One day i went to the doctor and i found out i was pregnant. finding out that i was pregnant was all that i needed to quit. i wanted to be healthy for her, i wanted to be better for her. Who has it easier? Who has it easier? Who has it easier? When there are m.
Striving to grow in virtue, chastity, and live out our calling to authentic womanhood. Last year, I heard a homily on the Gospel of John where Jesus asks, Simon, son of John, do you love me? Calling. We are all called to be Christ for others, especially those little sheep that need others to tend and care for them.