Category When words mean something.
Recycled.
This is always a good one. And it makes sense, makes me happy, and is a good reminder. Thank you. Thank you.
Owl Eyes.
“I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.” Okay Emerson, this is what I know. I am twenty four years old and have done nothing magical with my life. Nothing extraordinary, nothing life altering, and nothing to seriously “write home” about. I am shy while being bold, I am unafraid while being terrified, and […]
Unexpected Liberation 