You're the angel that is listening. Your soul a hallow gold bleeding silver splendors from your crimson lips.
I kiss your wings and hope you're mine to stay upon the rooftop of my dreams. And here you are, the angel that is listening-Me
10! I have bizzare celebrations all the time! There the best kind of celebrations!
Hello! I go by Curly!
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“We’re still here,” he says, his voice cold, his hands shaking. “We know how to be invisible, how to play dead. But at the end of the day, we are still here.” ~Dax
Teacher: "What do we do with adjectives in Spanish?"
S: "We eat them!"