Lawyers, Guns and Money...

Stuck in my head. Feels appropriate.

Not ok. Haven't had to hold it together--haven't wanted to fall apart-- this much in years.

Hate, strong words, but accurate.

So angry.

So frustrated.

Not ok.

Keeping it together, by a shoestring and a prayer. Only, I don't pray. Duct tape? More like scotch.

Her eyes glittered from the shadows, washed of any true color. Moonlight slashed across sculpted cheekbones and his own narrowed eyes as he glared down at her. Although surrounded by silence, the ebb and flow of their two straining wills pulsed through the room ( Read more... )