The remnants of the day had been slowly stripped away piece by piece in small, subconscious habits: keys chucked on the table, bag dumped in the corner of the couch,
He was roughly my height, a little shorter if anything, and had a mop of messy slightly curly chestnut coloured hair that was poking out from underneath a grey hoody.
Song of Solomon 4:9-11 You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace. 10 How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse!
“People wouldn’t create anything without a profit motive.” Literally the entire internet was compiled almost virtually for free by nerds and randos. It didn’t start to suck until corporations turned it into a dystopian hellscape of ads and misinformation.