You’re Gonna Sing The Words Wrong
I love you when you’re singin’ that song and I got a lump in my throat ’cause YOU’RE GONNA SING THE WORDS WRONG Vance Joy, Riptide We get it wrong…. Read more »
I love you when you’re singin’ that song and I got a lump in my throat ’cause YOU’RE GONNA SING THE WORDS WRONG Vance Joy, Riptide We get it wrong…. Read more »
He is gripping the skin on my thighs — not hard enough to leave marks, but with enough pressure that it is not a ‘light’ touch. Left, right. Squeeze, squeeze…. Read more »
“Sometimes,” he says as he’s backing out of the driveway, “I smell…” His pause is long enough that I consider his statement on its own. “Sometimes you smell?! Sometimes???” Baaaa-haaa-ha-ha-ha!… Read more »
Lest the title NOT tell you everything you could possibly want to know: It is possible — probable, even, given this morning’s oddness — that I am sinking my teeth… Read more »