I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

Poems about God's redemption in my Struggle with Porn

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

a natural hierarchy

Nachrichten an ihren besten Freund, der kurz vor seinem Tod sein Handy verloren hat.