Zariya·Oct 2The LimerenceYeah, it was once upon the days of (let’s say) immaturity, when I was infatuated with one of the most demure girls I’d met. Why call it…
Morgangrassl·Sep 22Second Place LoserCobblestone drunken laughter, smiles soaked in moonlight like melting candle wax loose limbs frantically grabbed, warmth of childlike gaze…
Riny·Sep 22Not every sadness needs to be fixedReading Bittersweet by Susan Cain reminded me of something simple:
