jenna....:
I wish that I could swim and sleep like a shark does
jenna....:
Me; rolling, writhing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
jenna....:
be my Cherie Blair, I'll be your cherie amour
jenna....:
sadness is my boyfriend
jenna....:
They will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley
jenna....:
the kids are on fire, in the bedroom