the languages of love.

mine will be memory. i will remember + record.

b/c i won’t be good at voicing the i love you’s, the kind words. i won’t offer up compliments freely, and i won’t take them humbly. but i’ll remember it all. your shoes. the cut of the light across the floor.

the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell

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