goodgirl4him: Someone once wrote how mornings seem to come in so tenderly, that there were gentle strengths in the early hour’s waking light. That being held during that time, watching as the sun warms the room, cascading over everything it touches,

goodgirl4him: Someone once wrote how mornings seem to come in so tenderly, that there were gentle strengths in the early hour’s waking light. That being held during that time, watching as the sun warms the room, cascading over everything it touches,

goodgirl4him: Someone once wrote how mornings seem to come in so tenderly, that