Life will eventually take everything from us, and if not life, Death.
This sounds morbid. But: This is why we love.
wading through the bullshit a hundred-ish words at a time
Life will eventually take everything from us, and if not life, Death.
This sounds morbid. But: This is why we love.
The anxious heart forgets to love.
I am overwhelmed by one truth: People need people.