Last week, my friends and I decided to prowl on Halloween weekend. I had no plans of buying a costume coz I'm a scrooge (hehe).
If we could be half the person our dogs are, we'd be twice the humans we are.
I may be hurting, but on goes the lipstick. That's right. I'll be the prettiest damn wreck you've ever seen.
Though the island is truly captivating, it gained notoriety as the sorcerers'/witches' island. There lay the attraction for me.
But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Loving someone is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.