“I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly with.” — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“I miss her | & not the type of missing when you’re alone, not the type when you’re broken down half drunk, not even… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it's way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“Tonight, I decided to take a stroll down to my local liquor store. Maybe I’ll find a refreshment to wash down this full moon.… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.” — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
