ha! ok this is not my favorite song but its funny! THIS GIRL IS ON FIRE SHES WALKING ON FIRE SHE JUST A GIRL BUT SHES A FLAM SHES LIVING IN A WOLRD BUT ITS ON FIRE SO BRIGHT SHE CAN BRUN YOUR EYES BETTER LOOK THE AHOTHER WAY OH OH OH! ok im done
I love myself for who I am. I blinked. I am connected and comfortable in all environments and with all people. I recite a few of the affirmations my mother plastered to the ceiling above my bed. “So you start each and every day with a positive attitude,” she had said, her face smug as she stood atop my mattress to reach. I was mad that day, she had to take down several glow-in-the-dark stars for this to work. I preferred the stars. Life wants the best for me. I am okay with where
When I was a little girl I dreamed of having my own magazine. I even used to type out my own little stories on my old-school typewriter with a view to piecing them together one day. However soon I was at uni and suddenly I was a lawyer. My heart got buried by sensibility as the 'practicalities of life' ensured I pursued a stable professional career. But I knew. I knew from the very beginning that this was not my calling. And finally after years of feeling like a round peg in a square hole I…
Lots of rage for someone who is "just friends..."Sherlock - The Final Problem - See this episode convinced me of Sherlock's love for Molly. Then I remember that it's Sherlock, Moffat and the BBC so who the heck knows because they're probably just trolling us.
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