Posts Tagged ‘eight’

eight | year four

eight | year three

oh, the irony = worth another read the best things in life are always the most elusive — they are the things that we must chase, the things that push us to our limits; challenge our character; shake us to the very core of our being; and they are, ultimately, the things that define us. [...]

eight | year two

yellow roman candle d.j.b.  my friend.  and protector. i’ve never had a friend who was so fiercely loyal and yet so softly compassionate — your duplicity is a gift. thank you for late night talks and bathroom confrontations and for making every moment count. i always feel safe by your side.