Those were the quiet years.They lasted a while. They were the days of breaking vases, spilling oils and shedding tears, The months of...

Harmonious on the outside, conflicting within. She’s defined by the content of her soul and not her skin. No matter how much of her heart...

Her hair flows down her back like a waterfall, it kisses her hips aggressively like how water hits rock, how rain slaps pavement and out...