American teen december 29Uploader: Nikolai 23 days ago Subscribe 3628
He is unskilled with his hands, but he's moneyed and shouts well. I imagined the paper as a body— a second body for me, baking in a clay oven half beneath it and half overhead. I am writing you from the bathtub where I am trying to ease my joints. I decided to open just one cookie— the one on my right side. But when you decide someone has something to say their silences speak to you too—. He passed away on August 23, I touch my palms to the floor and granite rhinos surge up my arms and lock in my shoulders. What is left to love is the part of you that is already dead. It said in blue on a thin white strip, You must learn to love yourself.