accolades and audiences may tempt a loftier leap or sweeter smile, but my own eyes and ears rank heaviest on my overall opera. i find my finest feats of human kindness are always best carried out stag. there’s nothing more fulfilling than hearing the applause of...
my dad called. our friend is dead? friday was a simple surgery on a tooth; today is a tragic planning of a funeral. a wretched reminder to exhale the nonsense, and inhale the ardor of loving one another. Similar posts:reverie lovethe tryst....trippin'reflections...
i’ll take sleep wherever i can find it these days. i have a bear of a weekend dears. what about you? image Similar posts:rabbit whiteit's friday i'm in LOVEit's getting hot in here....forget ya troubles c'mon get...
batshit crazy = me. five of our smoke alarms decided to lose their juice last night starting at 1:38am. not to take up all my time at once, each alarm politely waited 45 minutes in turn {once i had re-ensconced myself back into bed} to SOUND their hair curling screech...
kinda not hating on my freckles these days…. when i was young and not so fancy on my freckly face; my aunt charla told me my spots were merely kisses from the angels above. i had a smattering of specks so this narrative helped me out of some angst- ridden,...
