anjd13:
Rainbows are my friends. They will never fail to make you happy after the dull, gloomy rain.
anjd13:
We can't help but remember the beginning once we realize we're about to reach the end. Or is it just me?
anjd13:
The journey up the stairway to Heaven has pretty little blooming worshipers cheering you on.
anjd13:
She left her shoes behind. Running after him to tell him she loved him too was worth a whole lot more.