ever been there? yep. been there. you lied. motherfucker. there was no where you could have been there was no where you could have gotten it
machines twirl bells whistle patrons shriek
Beth Anne, Author
tthrows metal with mittens on in the dead of winter listening to the cold as it echoes down the streets and into her bones. consecrated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, navigating these streets and figuring out this GPS, and trying real hard to reach Sainthood. failing miserably every day. trying again every tomorrow.