Someone the other day asked me how I would describe my style, the best way I could sum it up to be was “I’m aiming for the ‘she’s a bad ass and cute as hell, but I wouldn’t touch her without asking’ look” look.
You could shatter glass with the way you look at me. Nightingales singing their sweet song of summer couldn’t hold a torch to the way you make me feel. I ooze into a puddle, bones of jello on the warm concrete surface of your love. When I hear my name flow out of your mouth, … Read more3, 2, Y..