Because at the root of everything I am afraid of, the fear behind every other fear, is the fear that I am not loved.
Author: Abby Ball
For the Single Ladies
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best in dark and bright Meet in her aspect and in her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. -Lord Byron I think of you as I sit at my desk this morning. […]