Not So Little Girl In A Reverie

I’ve done something that I’ve never done in my entire blogging phase. I’ve removed a link to another blogger. Honestly, I won’t even call him a blogger. A stupid guy who owns a website, more like. Why I put his link up in the first place was because I thought he was a nice noob…

The simplicity in those words can cut so deep, The very words which cause the simple girls to weep. Plain and void of the stereotype beauty. Days and days we continue to grow, Fluorishing typically, a sight to behold. But to what extend? Is the light so dim that the tears-filled eyes appear invisible, Receiving…

I’ve always imagined my first child to be a girl. How I would put her in the cutest clothes, buy her all the pink toys in the world, tell her that she shouldn’t follow her mother’s foot steps in making Barbie and Ken “doing it”(pfft, that was back in 1996. Yes, I was 9. So?),…