Shyla Pereda. Senior. Fifteen years experiencing the intoxicating thrill ride of reality. The maine's lady. Yolo-ing but not high. Personal blog with a garden of random stuffs. I go to seek a great perhaps.
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.