when i thought i knew who you were i couldn't get enough of your ranting and goofy grins
now that i know you are who you are i don't know if i can keep you because when you make me smile sorta i feel betrayed
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.