diara washington

I had a bad habit of adding weight to the mundane, thinking a knowing smile from a stranger was a sign, or a person reading my favorite book on the bus was my chance at a soul mate.

enigmatic

lamentably.

agog.

passively suicidal

Kali rolled her eyes as he stood to face her, pulling her into a hug. She resisted at first but relented. They stood there for a long while until Kali began to softly cry into his shoulder. A cry that seemed to have been stuck somewhere deep, buried under a mountain.

reprovingly.

gar

the love and adoration they have for one another unmissable. Deacon looks at Julian like he’s the sun,