People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. - Grey's Anatomy
(Because I'm not eloquent enough to say something like that.)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
My dogs are making out in front of me. LITERALLY. Tongues are flailing about. Very French. It's like doggie porn.
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