99 Quotes About Jazz-feylynn

I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.

The day after tomorrow, the day still sleeps.

A word garden blooming within the tangled weeds.

Snot puppies.

Be guided by intuition, not driven by instinct.

The view offer was not clear through the glass of contemplation

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a controlling field.

I am off to the pages racing my way through to the story's finish line - the end.

The leaves' autumn colors were muted in the shadows they settled among.