I have a sister.
I get mad at her sometimes. Our head don’t function similarly so sometimes things that sound offended to me, won’t mean a thing to her and vice versa. 307 more words
You’re a clogged pore (A game of cat’s cradle made from barbed wire)
Just like that feeling you get when you think you’ve taken your last step down the stairs, but there is one more left, and for a very brief moment you feel like you understand death. 79 more words