sariska85
my your chromosomes have combined beautifully.
"you have a beautiful smile. you should do it more often"
-words i am often told.
i'm a happy person; i'm self-conscious of my teeth.
we took the train to denver; i slept in the top bunk. my s-sis and i had our own little room. we were delayed for 3hrs on our way in, and on our way home we were delayed in iowa. we ended up having to take a greyhound back to chicago. it was a great trip, aside from the mode of travel.
all rise in remembrance. all rise in ceremony. all rise in celebration, of a life cut too short. all rise and share, all rise and shed those tears. all rise and remember, a wonderful person. rise to the occasion. rise and embrace this life.
she painted her face with makeup to hide all the flaws; all the insecurities, all the lines, all the uncertainties, all the stresses of life. every day she painted over her tired canvas. but there were the rare beautiful days, in which she put down her brushes and walked around strong, with no paint at all.
on family vacations we used to take limos to and from the airports. we felt like royalty and everybody outside would look to see if we were somebody important. how disappointed they must have been when we all got out, ha-ha!
my back pack is filled with old college papers, folders, and various other pieces of that point in time. I no longer need it, but can't seem to rid of it either...
he has one week. one week to find a match for a pair of lungs. if we can't find them...he will be gone. at his funeral there will be a montage of pictures and videos of him that i will not be able to stand. i can't lose him. he's my best friend. i don't want to think of the funeral
Sideburns are just wicked awesome...most of the time. Chops are the best.
she carried the flame of her crush like a torch; never allowing it to distinguish completely.
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