From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.

That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and every procrastination, every mistake, every word, all of it.

paradise for people who look as if they have just stepped out of a Barbour catalogue.

Dark humor dark thoughts dark bitch, white heart

Written By Xochitl

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links