I am the big sister you always wanted. I’m the best friend you fell in love with in kindergarten who tricked you into showing yours and never showed hers. I’m the girl you’ll never quite get, but can’t help but follow. Every storm has an eye. I am a storm, but the sweetest thing you would ever want under a blanket in your arms, when it’s raining outside and your toes are cold.

November 1st, 2010 | Comments Off on

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