Iman's Little Blog
To me, love is the way my grandparents call out "mom" or "dad" when they are looking for each other around the house.
Or when they say "Mom will know" or "Dad will know" or even "Ask mother" or "father".
That kind of love, for me, seems to only exist in my dreams.
When I came here one day after working at We Work Chelsea, for the first time on the train and on my own. I went to Grace O'Mally's....
I dreamed a dream that I laid down next to someone. I don’t know who, but we’ll refer to them as “him”. I laid down next to him. I put a...
What the hell are my peers doing to make a man that does absolutely nothing to make you like him think that you like him? No offense......
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