alwaysireneabell: And every petal was a dream that I clung to.
alwaysireneabell: joy is contagious
alwaysireneabell: barefoot and buttercups.
alwaysireneabell: simple things.
alwaysireneabell: two is the loneliest number.
alwaysireneabell: left to our own devices, we tend to fall apart.
alwaysireneabell: a soul is a delicate thing
alwaysireneabell: our dreams are what keep us awake
alwaysireneabell: I will follow you into the dark.
alwaysireneabell: freelensed lady
alwaysireneabell: Virginia Burial Supply
alwaysireneabell: VSU Physical Plant