the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
Someone hit my car and ran this morning, and genuinely having such a good time getting attention and sympathy at work today that I don’t even care about the $500 deductible anymore.
Pigs can't look up.
But I could pick a pig up one night and raise it into the sky and tilt this pig ever so gentle. I can make sure this pigs eyes line up with the stars. Imagine seeing the stars 4the first time.I want 2b treated that kindly and see the stars for the first time.
You don't actually love JFK's style. You love the idea of dense, mixed use, walkable neighborhoods where you can bike, walk, or rollerblade to wherever you need to be. And making enough money to live in a city while having enough free time for hobbies and a lover.
Oh hey man. We were just talking about your Flaw — the immutable thing you’re only vaguely aware of that makes you unworthy of true love. Anyway what’s new