dahlings what are you plans for the forty eight hour holiday? dancing? drinks? dates? my plans aren’t set…..yet. i know there will be huffing and puffing, and tucking and squeezing. and that’s just when i’m on the clock. one thing i am craving...
only 241 pages, but what a punch packed. it’s been over a year since my hands held those haunting pages, but i’m still unstrung by mr mccarthy’s prose. a love story like none other i’ve ever read. a father. a son. the film stayed sincere to my...
she’s just all kinds of cool i will never be. here’s a wicked-rad wednesday tune for you. Similar posts:resolution number 3: cell stupidThanking my lucky stars....ramblings.....reality...
