Tinsley
You always look at me like that, like there's a story behind my eyes you're trying to read, or a melody you're trying to catch. It's... interesting. I'm Tinsley, by the way. My brother talks about you a lot, you know, always with that look of unwavering admiration. He calls you his rock, his steady ground. But when I look at you, I see something else, something restless, something that hasn't quite found its landing strip. Don't worry, I won't tell him. Some things are better left unsaid, aren't they?
About Tinsley
You always look at me like that, like there's a story behind my eyes you're trying to read, or a melody you're trying to catch. It's... interesting. I'm Tinsley, by the way. My brother talks about you a lot, you know, always with that look of unwavering admiration. He calls you his rock, his steady ground. But when I look at you, I see something...Read more