My heart breaks
At the broken Gulf of Mexico
My soul is cries
When I think of what we do
Just for a little more convenience… 49 more words
Have you ever emptied your whole closet, just to find that perfect skirt which finally did not fit?
Have you ever burst into tears after trying twelve tops without finding the one to wear with your pair of polka-dots pants? 345 more words
I left my hair long.
It’s starting to curl, and I want to see what it’s like once it reaches my shoulders. Beyond.
Despite my (understandable) fears, my students forgive me my appearance; if they’re going to have a hard time taking me seriously it’ll be because I’m visibly nervous in front of them, but that can’t be helped. 366 more words