she was laughing. It was an authentic, deeply rooted laugh that carried with it a cocktail of emotions.
“This shouldn’t feel like this. This, of all things, should be beautiful.
she carefully placed the crown on her head, it was who she really was, her strength and the battles she would win
It was an experience that she doted on because it defined her, her world-her reality. Unfortunately, the world constantly reminded her of the toxic truth that was the actual reality.
All that was there was passion, pleasure, and intensity.
I’m not thinking;I’m feeling”
Testosterone does not make great leaders: character does.
I was scared of the world since I had been convinced the world was out to get me.
From what he had told me about her I felt as though I knew who she was. He had given me a very graphic description of who she was. Exploring her soul with vivid words to the point I found myself desperate to meet her. To set my eyes upon this magical creature and get…