“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
Ik ben tenminste niet bang voor broccoli!! Arrogantie is een ander woord voor zelfkennis Hoe langer ik Bi ben hoe lesbischer ik word Life: Highly overrated but you still gotta play the game