monalisa.

channeling my inner judy funnie of sorts.

oooh, she could get it. admit it.

Napoleone Bonaparte

can’t wait for spring. catch me if you can.

she’s reaching out to touch me, struggling to breathe.
as i feel her, she falls in her dreams.

i like the way…
the day…
has begun.

here goes ~~nothing~~ everything.

if i could mail my heart right to you i would.
i’d pack it up, seal it tight and i’d send it overnight.

sending my love by way of zhane

everyday i see you. my hands were made for you.
and you always give me stress free point of view
pick you up after school.

without you, i’m misery. blue without my green.
all the songs sound better when you’re next to me.
‘cause it comes naturally.

mr. magic…
i see you through the smoke.

sir winston churchill