Joan Ryan

We are such idiots, We think everyone else has it all figured out. But we’re all stumbling around in dark rooms bumping into furniture and stifling our cries so no one will know.

We are such idiots, We think everyone else has it all figured out. But we’re all stumbling around in dark rooms bumping into furniture and stifling our cries so no one will know.

– Joan Ryan –

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