Category dear diary
If seasons were translated to words on a paper summer would be a tale of innocent love
806 Miles – distance does not disrupt love
journal scans on summer love and the feeling of warm sun on skin. by Melody
I fell in love with him.
i imagine myself dancing beneath the brilliant summer sunsets, the sky painted like a canvas with shades of coruscate tiger, tangerine, fuchsia, and violet.
365 days of the year and unfortunately us teenagers spend most of that time in school.
Have you ever felt like the end of an era is coming near?