aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! i need earplugs for the silence! my {many} attempts to go inward and still have rendered me in slobbering fits. i want to pluck a banjo whilst wearing a tutu; not find my breathy bliss sans pretty pictures in my head. how do you nutjobs...
this week ends the deadliest month in the afghanistan war. nothing really more to say. crying feels better. i have the flu so my maudlin mood magnifies with whims of vapors and fits of fury. being sick sends me into my weepiest, most melodramatic, has-been actress...
these two are reminding me a little too effing much of these two….. Similar posts:it's friday i'm in loveweekend round upa simple wishjilted courtesy of URBAN...
