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:weekend round uphappy weekendsummer flash...
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,...
i’m sure there was some sort of mistake. i’m so not worthy of such an award, but, in what i suspect was copious amount of black tar heroin consumption, the divine deborah of dumbwit tellher bestowed the very generous kreativ blogger badge upon moi. to say...
first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday’s cheetah post. my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding. maybe him. but not cheetah. moving on…… sometimes this is my idea of dreamy. but then...
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~ Enid Bagnold happy father’s day. Similar posts:party peoplespring breaka white blank pagea vacation in...
hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, hundreds of bees in the purple clover, hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, but only one mother the wide world over. ~george cooper Similar posts:in the words of celine dion......happy weekendgirl crush: leigh beachhappy...
