A sobering farewell...

 ... until next time, Miss Bailey. Our encounter in the astrals proved too much to (ever) manifest itself into a tangible relationship. Maybe you're right. The *idea* of love is what motivates me.

Love, or something like it.


As we're both clear on the unspoken factor.

Who really deserves it, even? No one has clean hands. No one is loyal. Everyone wants to win.


Written, but not posted.

24 hours later...



Still, I wish you well with EVERYTHING you do.



spinning atm.

bbl


lol





#phenomenal


FreshOffThePresses

The 11th year

 It's been 11 years since mom departed. Nothing has been the same since. Her birthday is tomorrow. St. Patrick's Day (for those keep...