he walked away. this father of eight, walked away. yes, he was a bit bloody and 40 minutes after impact, he still had hand tremors so violent he asked me to take photographs with my phone, but still: he. walked. away. a beautiful morning. too precious for me to rush...
i destroy my enemies when i make them my friends. ~abraham lincoln hostility is such a bad color on me. kindness brings out the green in my eyes, the broad of my shoulders, the glossy of my lashes. in 5th grade kristy holdburg told me i was fat. i retaliated by buying...
enough said. happy mother’s day mom. weekend happy to all the momma’s all over the world. thank you all for the lovely birthday wishes, you sure do know how to make a girl feel splendid. big kiss! Similar posts:scenes from a weekendin the words of celine...
35 years old. 3:34 am. i release to you, my public, the grizzly, gory photo generating all the ado in washington and the like. eyes puffy, one black and bruised from 3 rounds of acupuncture, the other peep swollen from last nights’ bout with a soy sauce seasoned...
