Sometimes life doesn’t happen in chronological order.
His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.
Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.
Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?
Good girl. And wasted. Don’t forget to get really wasted.
Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world.
It’s the beautiful moments like this that make up for the ugly love