Happy second birthday, my dear
Another year, another The Book I Owed to Myself birthday.
Be well, darling.
And a poem from the book for anyone reading.
***/retail
introductory offer on kisses today
life seems to be flashing in colours
but I’m not epileptic, ha
don’t you dare shout at me
either way, she didn’t do it
or is that the issue here
chilling with sunglasses and songs
running away is anyway towards
are they watching them smile
here are the souls on sale
if you just need a cheap one
for short term usage