I snuck a peak at the opening line of Jeremy’s Romance Novel, and it reads thus: “Our hero’s name is Jarod, and women want to be with him, men want to be him, and genderfluids want him to drink them.”
I’ve never met a sunset I didn’t love. Well, except for that one that tried to steal my girlfriend that one DayNight. It would have succeeded to, if it didn’t so abrutly disappear into the darkness.
Be longing to belong, and not to have belongings.