Accumulations I'm gonna get this bad boy stuffed and hung above my toilet so he can forever look down into water. Just the way God intended.
kylie jenner / gun baby poem the rich woman in my head gets to be appalled at these things and with baby-like curiosity she feels the chill of the steering wheel under her hands. i’ve been thinking as well about giving birth to an assault rifle or rather i’ve been thinking it’s too on the nose.
The Feeding of Strays And now they are gone. No more 3 AM meowing, no more silly old ladies and their stinking food going pstpsptpstp any more.
Becoming Linda Ties that Linda’s beauty hid well. Locked away tight in the pit of her perfectly flat stomach. Eyes set like topaz jewels masking the truth. No one with skin like bronze had troubles. No, not Linda.
Ask me about my Twins We wanted a nice garden. There were schools to think about – our oldest would be starting the next year, and the baby would be going to nursery soon – she was a toddler by then but would still be called baby for some time yet.