January 2011
157 posts
That awkward moment when you throw a grenade at...
The closer they are to you, the more they'll let...
People don’t look at your personality first....
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
