My first time using a template...I feel unoriginal and it wasn't nearly as fun as creating my own. I think I'm going to stick with all original work from now on.
Been this way since eighteen but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries. They scream, the worst things in life come free to us.
I want nothing more at this moment than to roll the windows down, feeling the wind toss my hair around and a smile tug at my lips, taking a deep breath of the salty ocean air, knowing I've made it home.