I love it, but what I would love not to love, what I would like to hate; I still love, but against my will, in constraint, in tears, in suffering.
Proofreader and occasional writer. The sun tries vainly to stay lit for another day…
A true romantic down to the core. I love to write about girls and mares falling and living in love. She/It please and thank you.
Cars are still parked outside. If the rapture had happened, why was it unrecognizable? Why was the sky blue? Why did no one tell me? Do these things not announce themselves?
I want to be a lion, everybody wants to pass as cats. We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that...
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies