She was different. She didn’t fit in with the rest of us with her pale white skin that made her appearance more pronounce and eerily beautiful or those strange mismatched eyes of hers that seemed as if it seen too much. Each time I saw her, she was often alone either sitting on the bench underneath the weeping willow...
No it's not possible I'm straight! I told myself over and over again, as I was still pressing my lips against hers. NO IM STRIAGHT! Or am I. Found out what got Sami to fall head over heals for "her" in my lesbian crush
they called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they struggle to find a way to explain everything with ideas that make any s...