@FatCowsSis, are you REALLY thirteen? You look like you are sixteen.
Last edited by Spotswood on Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:19 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"Often, the best way to improve is swallowing your ego and realizing you're a terrible writer in all aspects of writing, then working to improve it." -R.U.
The "S" button is right next to the "A" button on the keyboard, so I can see that happening. Lord knows my lanky fingers and I have made much stupider mistakes than that when typing.
Millions of miles from home In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the thunder But bleed from thorns Leave a light, a light on.
My profound profusion of adjectives and I curtsy in thanks. It would be a vapid world indeed without those boisterous, bodacious words. I do love them, as you can see : P
Millions of miles from home In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the thunder But bleed from thorns Leave a light, a light on.
This was taken a while ago, and is very blurry, but it's still one of my favorites. The story behind it was that I was on a feild trip, and there weren't enough seats on the bus, so I sat on the floor in between seats, facing backwards. And I was in a dress. And it wasn't very comfy. That's why the picture's blurry, because the bus was jostling. Spoiler
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
I polka-dotted them myself, young lady.
