red light contradictsblue sky and so muchdepends on makeshift branchesset in stone.

Lively, lost, together, I am always yours.

We are simple creatures seeking love who triumph in the dark and wilt against the light.

I have flirtedwith disaster likea miracle reversedmidstream.

there is a cultural perceptionthat we deserve thisbecause we overeator lack self-controland it isbullshit.diseases willaffect almost halfof all americans.it is no one’s fault

So he dreamt of the land of sunbeams; and thatwas a dream indeed!

From then on, the King would turkey slap one woman for the rest of his years. It was a bigger sacrifice than all he had made to the gods.

I feel our dark heartsshadow night stars.

Like a treeI have stood my groundNot fallen.

Men aren’t saints, Leanne, the best of them will use you.