Son of How Waves are Spun
bymy thoughts are the arc of your ponytail perfect and completely meaningless to the majority of the world allowing desperation in like a dog…
my thoughts are the arc of your ponytail perfect and completely meaningless to the majority of the world allowing desperation in like a dog…
The first day of fall was this last Sunday, September 22nd. As you probably know, this marked the Autumnal Equinox. Interestingly, there aren’t actually an even…