Friend of hounds, cemetery & photography (& cemetery photography) enthusiast, aspiring world traveler.
Dec 12, 2019 • 13 tweets • 3 min read
Can we talk?
Something has been eating at me. A churning in the pit of my stomach. It’s been there for a while now. Quiet at first. A rumble, perhaps. But with each day a little stronger. A tightening in my chest. A persistent nagging.
Someone is going to get hurt. Or worse.
We are passionate people. I know I am. I have driven hours to see my guy. Driven clear across the country to visit his hometown. I carefully place stickers on my car (on all sides, for maximum visibility), carry buttons in my pocket...