a grilled cheese sandwich. hide nap and seek. finally scratching that itchy lust to wander. popsicles. this song over, and over, and over, and over again. and again. dreamier live version with johnny depp here {oh! my! god!} first bites. laundry fresh. dates with...
i did not follow the caylee anthony trial. from the little i had heard of the case it seemed pretty open and shut. but who am i to deem innocence and guilt? haven’t we all faced false accusations? i have. it’s a hands triple-tied behind your back, cat hair...
i see london, i see france, i see moonbeams disco dance. some hear sea and waves. but for me, my friends, the seashells, spin tales and sagas on par with atwood and irving. on any day a magazine moose becomes my afternoon confident. how is he the only one so far who...
you ever just know you’re going to have one of those days? those days where you just know you’re going to find yourself face down in the bottom of a bag of kettle corn, licking the last remnants of salt, sugar and the wounds of the day. the kind of the day...
