Randomness that presides in my head projected into a tangible form.
Madie.Oregon State. Music. Cars. Travel. Outdoors. Food. Literature. California.
Apple of My Eye
Could love be continuous? Could you carry it unbroken from childhood to adulthood, wrestling it over the crags and pitfalls of adolescence? Could it come out the other side as the same kind of love, just expressed in new ways? Or were those two kinds of love disjunctive and creepily at odds?
~ Ann Brashares