Deep Blue Nights
Her nights are blue, but not just any blue; it is the darkest of all hues. By her bedside she
Her nights are blue, but not just any blue; it is the darkest of all hues. By her bedside she
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more
The madness of this rapidly “socialized” world is wrapping me with its poisonous dew. Getting lost. We are getting lost.
And this is a Carolina Reaper, which I mixed with my lipstick just before I kiss you. Come here, darling;
I saw a clock turn time today, it was quick and sharp. From seven to eight the dots blinked once.
Every day week, I’ll post a Spanish word or phrase with its English equivalent or definition via my Instagram Story.