Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of someone whose laughter feels like a secret shared in a crowded room. It鈥檚 like there鈥檚 a warmth that lingers long after we've parted ways. How strange it is to find comfort in a mere glimmer of connection. Letting my big boobies breathe
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of someone whose laughter feels like a secret shared in a crowded room. It鈥檚 like there鈥檚 a warmth that lingers long after we've parted ways. How strange it is to find comfort in a mere glimmer of connection. 馃専鉁↙etting my big boobies breathe
