in which the writer is loving aziraphale too much to fall asleep

So, I have some new stretch marks. (I fucking get it, Universe, thank you very much.) On the top of my left thigh, stripes of red stand out against older lines of faded white. So, I am thinking of Aziraphale tonight. I have this great candle from Etsy right now. It smells like “old bookshopsContinue reading “in which the writer is loving aziraphale too much to fall asleep”