teenage love

the ♥ files

Stomping at Puddles

As I walked the 10 blocks home this afternoon in the pouring rain, my green and white flowered Gipsy skirt and white tank stuck to my body and rainwater dripped down my hair and face.  I smiled.  First I smiled…

grief to relief, uncut

as deep as canyon

I can look back and regret the choices of my youth and I do I have never known the true essence of regret until now it’s not what it is made out to be it’s more like a yearning I…