my toes-a-tippy are solely devoted to ballerina pointé, and deeper looks into the donut display. yet lately, my colleagues friends and i find ourselves begrudgingly walking with backs more upright, eggshells beneath our creeping feet, treading carefully on a landmined...
typically i’m not fond of february 14th. too much red {my color liked least} and too little spontaneity. hunky and i choose to celebrate everyday as valentines rather than designate one silly day. {pause for involuntary gag} but just in case, this one wacky year...
sorry natalie. i know you’re getting a baby out of your swan lake, maybe even an oscar too. but you’ve got nothing on these birds. {it is worth watching until the end….} wednesday happy loves. Similar posts:and scene...a girl walks into an...
