Twirl ’till you fall
July 20, 2010
She was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. -Raphael
In the dark you tell me of a flower that only blooms in the violent hour.
She was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. -Raphael
Hey, Amber. I saw your comment on a Word Press forum …
“I’m 17 and I’m fairly new. I’ve got a lot of posts up with very little views.
Post your blog here and check mine out. I’ll make sure to return the favor.
… and thought I’d check out yours. I see you haven’t posted since, like, September of last year. Get back on here! lol
And don’t forget to check out my blog. Thanks!