Their iridescent wings flapped their wings which could only be described as “beautiful” if there ever was such a thing that could hold true in the word that encompassed–essentially–perfection. A meadow green one’s wings slapped together in a rhythmic beat much like the infinite lapping of waves on a calm day. It was a nice […]
Sometimes I feel like I’m the ideal confidant over the internet yet not with my physical friends. It’s strange but also funny.