The Mess Of Me
my inner workings my soul. my writing. my unfiltered thoughts. a collection of quotes.
my inner workings my soul. my writing. my unfiltered thoughts. a collection of quotes.
the drops of rain continued to hit the windshield and began to look like stars. the faster i drove the more they ran together like constellations, i found myself slowly looking over to her head resting on the car door. this she must have sinced, because soon after she opened her eyes to meet mine. i found her eyes he...