You threw the clay plate at my head and it hit the fae’s home just right, breaking into thirds. Message received loud and clear. He’ll be back but not any different.
You threw the clay plate at my head and it hit the fae’s home just right, breaking into thirds. Message received loud and clear. He’ll be back but not any different.
Don’t let this dull your tenderness. You still deserve love returned.
Masks off— Every excuse not to wear them again. But perhaps the mask is what makes things tolerable— For you and I to exist.