Originally Posted by Ivy
Gosh, the world looks so small from up here on my high horse of menstruation.
Fluffy and sweet.
Stays crunchy in milk.
Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
Still the unsung king.
pretty in red. always on the move.
My cold, snide, intellectual life is just a veneer, behind which lies the plywood of loneliness.
There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first. -Jim Morrison
wet blanket in a dry spell
I N V I C T U S
You're not supposed to describe yourself.