What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.
JENNY WINBLADHWhat a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.
JENNY WINBLADHHug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.
JENNY WINBLADHI managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.
JENNY WINBLADHForget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.
JENNY WINBLADHIt won’t matter how beautiful they look when they don’t treat you beautifully.
JENNY WINBLADHIf the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.
JENNY WINBLADHLove is all about making room in a vessel that is already complete on its own.
JENNY WINBLADHWake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.
JENNY WINBLADHDisrupt me as much as you like; my own personal natural disaster.
JENNY WINBLADHI fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.
JENNY WINBLADHI know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.
JENNY WINBLADHWhat pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.
JENNY WINBLADHBees and butterflies in my belly with you on my mind they chase each other around.
JENNY WINBLADHI want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.
JENNY WINBLADHDoubts are seen flowing away along with that special kind of blue in his eyes.
JENNY WINBLADHAll these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.
JENNY WINBLADH