love
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Don’t spoil me with your lies, love me with your truth.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>