You are from my rib he breathed Into the bed linens Yet I heard and grinned, Because I had ripped it From his side and swallowed it into...

My life is like my hair on dye- I change the color yet every try Has never stopped it getting dry. #JannaLiggan #AnUntitledLife

It’s true beauty can stop a heart If made of twinklings of sassafras, Honeydew and soft blown glass As slow or as fast As it takes for...

Even the lines in my neck can trace the outline of his lips beneath his beard. No one else knows so exactly how they are shaped. ...

The perfect name for a bar, we all agreed as we made our way up the dark, wooden staircase and the thick drawn curtain to our allotted...

I have a room now, with two white curtained windows, lined by four green wilting plants, and three cheap framed countryscapes above one...