The Distance I Called Love

The Distance I Called Love

There is no love. The tingles, the butterflies. All pure emotions forced to be felt through books. An oversimplification of the connection. Feelings so pure that one ascends.…

1
0.00025755 BEE
Working Theory

Working Theory

To move is to fail. Failure in many forms. Exhaustion through effort, or just not being able to push through desire. If you cannot push through, is it really…

0
0.00018526 BEE
Cold Made Us Close

Cold Made Us Close

Odd, the showcase of love. The cold breezes brushing through the skin. Clothes that can barely cut through the devastating cold. Areas made for rest, stability, and…

0
0.00000000 BEE