“When I feel myself falling out of love with you, I turn the record of your laughter over, reposition the needle. I dust the dirty living room of your affection. -Love, Forgive Me” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“You wonder why I don’t answer your 3 a.m. phone calls. When you say “I miss you”, I begin to undress myself out of… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“Your body is not a temple. Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the… — SIERRA DEMULDER Copy Share Image
“My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“Change, it moves like a bullet and you already pulled the trigger.” — Sierra DeMulder Copy Share Image
“I have calculated the total number of hours we spend sleeping beside each other in a week and I wanted to tell you it… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“When he sleeps, the snoring does not bother me: the rhythmic growl, gravel shoved across the sidewalk of his throat. It is the grasping,… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident— before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying. -Cycle… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.” — Sierra DeMulder Copy Share Image
“You are a souvenir shop, where he goes to remember how much people miss him when he is gone.” — SIERRA DEMULDER Copy Share Image
“I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident — before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying.” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“When I feel myself falling out of love with you, I turn the record of your laughter over, reposition the needle. I dust the… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
