I don’t want another pretty face
I don’t want just anyone to hold
I don’t want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
There’s a fine line between things you can do, and things you should do.
Immigrants. First generation.
Don’t check email in the morning.
“What does your father do?” “He’s no more.” “Oh, I’m so sorry.” “No, don’t be. I never knew him. He died when I was a baby.” “But still, it must be hard.” Yes, it is. It’s hard because I can’t… Continue Reading →
Very beautifully and articulately written.
Why do we bear the names of men?