I am honestly extremely hard to describe and it is much easier to show then go into painstaking detail. My thoughts are often questioned for their cohesiveness and rightly so. I love standing next to the proverbial fire because it reminds me of finality and youth that I should enjoy more.
Disclaimer: I love talking, sharing, and discussing a lot of adorable stuff including dogs, food, and my love of sleeping but also thoroughly enjoy talking about raunchy, grotesque, macabre, heartbreaking shit. I am in no way, shape, form, color, thought, feeling or otherwise good for talking with the easily offended. I can smell it a mile or two away. Probably three if I really tired.