One loved too much, while the other not enough.
Revenge is like a rose, sweet, but short-lived.
when you think of a poem late at night dressed in nothing but a bandana in the middle of winter with no heating... and it ends up being pretty blissful...
2nd part of What They Don't Know!!
I'm actually writing this book on Wattpad as it was originally suppose to be written there, but I kind of want to know your opinion so please comment below!!
What does lust feel like?
Like and comment; what is your favorite memory?