adigataz
dance to get there. dance like there was no tomorrow.
dance in the middle of the class. DO IT !
this makes me think of my AP hist snd gov classes in highschool, and how i had to remember what treaty was for what and having to include them in essays an now i just remembered the ap hist test and how afterwards i realized i used the wrong treaty
my temper just flared as I looked upon the walls that have been ruined with dark red blood. I couldnt believe how she could have done this to me. Was it our last fight that her do this? or was it the fact that she came home one day and found me there .. completely
oh 60 sec over !
Foreign Food.
Female Features.
We were all sitting in the trunk, my brothers and I. I remember clearly the sound of the rain .. the lights of the cars behind us reflecting on the window and rain drops magically, the thunder. My mom was driving us home and it was almost 10 30 pm and my mom thought we were sleeping. I could hear them talking, her and my dad.
We were in the trunk all wide awake.
the responsibility of thinking that this piece of paper might bring to the people that are holding it. The pen that writes the changes needed. The pen that writes the signatures of those who have the courage to say something different. To be different. To make the change this world needs. The power of the pen and paper. The petition.
heat.
sticky and nasty.
heat.