and my twenties and that one stop sign ticket because the rest have fallen off of my record
and the one on my chin is clearing up really by tomorrow you won't even be able to see it
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.