Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Unless the volume is turned up so loud that they rupture my eardrums.
You are. And that is enough.
You are. And that is enough.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Unless the volume is turned up so loud that they rupture my eardrums.
It could be worse. It could be Wildfire.
Ah, but that’s when I start jamming pencils into my ears to silence the pain.
Unsharpened pencils…