when yaa gyanfuah threw her eyes on the mirror walls of the restaurant she saw the debris of what was love on her face
A million emoji, snaps, statuses, tweets can’t substitute the feeling of another hand holding yours, the comfort and succour that another voice gives.
Now, who is a saint and who is a demon?
Tell it to the mountains // tell it out loud that the world might hear // Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains // tell them! oh tell them now that they are near