"Like a fall leaf from a tall tree, landing on the grass. Like the white sand turns the clock in any hour glass. You're the reason I believe in something I don't know.
You make it so, you make it so, you make it so easy. This letting go is so beautiful, 'cause you make it so easy, to fall so hard." —Phillip Phillips
Born in W-B. Living in NYC.
Writer. Editor. Friend. Girlfriend. Daughter. Sister.
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