Look, it’s hard to tell people how you feel, what’s going on, the tides pushing and pulling. Hands held. Skin feeling.
Time was when a mixtape was that bridge, or the spin of a well-intentioned record eliciting its own waltz about a candlelit room with the object of one’s adoration.
It’s an emotional world, it is. Thus TVD HQ’s recurring fuel for your fires and mixtapes. Reading between the lines—skincouraged.
