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The bad news is wearing me down people. Seriously grinding me away. At this rate I will be a mere tablespoon of bitter cocoa powder by May. (What? Did you expect my essence to consist of buttercups and lollipops? Yeesh.) … Continue reading
Sometime around the age of four I became obsessed with ballerinas. I don’t know if it was the tutu or the toe shoes or the reenacted fairy tales but for whatever reason, I was intrigued. The only thing I wanted … Continue reading