Stress flails itself down trying to block every path of happiness. – Terri Guillemets
Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls. – Terri Guillemets

Stress flails itself down trying to block every path of happiness. – Terri Guillemets
Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls. – Terri Guillemets
Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets