I wish I had more to say
I loooove Criminal Minds.
And helping people.
And naptime.
The fallacy of formulating pain like a caramel creation of society will become benign. Pine tree seeds will slip through your smooth smooth mulch wiped wishing fingers and one day spurt through the paisley smiles, we're not taking it anymore. Cotton soft slithering through sun beaten leaves, quietly the ivy roses grapple mercilessly and cry, the voice you never had, for a center of pronounced moonlight transformations. Pristine gloves of white prick habitual incisions in the lapin pelt, this time through plead for honesty.
And helping people.
And naptime.
The fallacy of formulating pain like a caramel creation of society will become benign. Pine tree seeds will slip through your smooth smooth mulch wiped wishing fingers and one day spurt through the paisley smiles, we're not taking it anymore. Cotton soft slithering through sun beaten leaves, quietly the ivy roses grapple mercilessly and cry, the voice you never had, for a center of pronounced moonlight transformations. Pristine gloves of white prick habitual incisions in the lapin pelt, this time through plead for honesty.