sunopal
My cello is my voice. Without it, I am nothing. Everyone has something that is their voice, everyone has their instrumental side. Mine is my cello. My home, my voice, my passion, my love.
Taped across the wall was a shiny piece of embossed paper. On it was all of my hopes and dreams for the future. Places I would go, people I would see, things I would do. It's my poster.
He can wrestle, kill, dominate, and control. How do we know he is the best? Thom knows, he was thrown into a pen with a lion. The lion won, and no one understood. The lion was the gladiator.