nothing to see here, move along. no shiny, twirly, tippy-toe news. i have a sneeze that wakes me up every morning now, come two a.m. just one sneeze. he’s polite that way. if sneeze’s had accents his would most definitely sound british. ah chew. nathaniel...
not like it was a surprise, but still sad nonetheless. at 10 years old my heart fell hard for cory h. lucas was a big movie for me. why was i smiling so much every time i’d see him on that silly screen? why now was i suddenly starting to notice tommy rossi and...
i’m all out. sapped dry. parched. no rococo ruffles or fancy feathers to whet my whistle today. it’s been a putty colored, purgatory morning. are you in or are you out winter? goosebumps still accessorize my outfits. still can’t quite find the...
i know it’s kind of an old trend, but i’m taking a liking to locks slashed with shades of pastel pretty. the girly badass of it all, makes me happy. kind of like a string of pearls and a filthy mouth. even more giddisome is the all over pink shell: a...
cool beans! we’re getting another rainstorm. kick up my boots i will! nothing like a rainy weekend to soar my spirit. march mists rehydrate my gleeful and gamesome cells; encouraging me to twirl in public again. a cleansing of extravagance and excess. a...
