Love is a battlefield.
Things we do for love.
I have caught barf in my hands, told a sick snotty nosed kid with a bruised face she was beautiful and sat through tortuous hours of dance recitals all for love.
Things we do for love.
I have caught barf in my hands, told a sick snotty nosed kid with a bruised face she was beautiful and sat through tortuous hours of dance recitals all for love.
My husband has been bugging me for months to go see this traveling exhibit of skinless bodies plasticized and propped up for the general public’s viewing pleasure.