Nov 16, 2018
The broken girls are flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves
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The broken girls are flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves
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@strongwomans said: tf did this bitch say about my girl ,,,,, @oxfordnotbrogues said: Say whaaat?
@deathrisen: cj ... when can I take out the trash
http://www.pajiba.com/videos/this-is-why-hell-always-be-the-best-watson-martin-freeman-hilariously-calls-lucy-liu-a-dog.php ;;; he’s disgusting ?? who does this ? How nasty do you have to be ??
music thrives in his ears, the classical symphony drowning out the world around him as dark eyes assess the busy streets. long legs guide him through the masses of people that stream back and forth along the sidewalk and traffic, hands stashed away in his pockets. damp hair hangs in his eyes, the familiar warmth and comfort of his hoodie a feeling he relishes after swimming some laps. tall frame draws to a slow halt before the bustling traffic, the cross walk vacant as cars zip past without hesitation.
he’s alert, gaze attentive to every passing car and the sudden shifting of the cross walks sign. the familiar switch guiding the masses of people past him, each shoving and moving to get on with their day. the crowd shifts as if to walk out, but they catch sight of the car in the distance. the car that makes no effort or sign of slowing down or stopping. it's captured the entire group's attention, until dark eyes flicker to a small woman that catches his attention, idling for a moment as she fusses over something in her bag. oblivious to the car rounding the corner at breakneck speed as she walks onto the crosswalk. it's painfully slow to watch, willing her to look up and realize where she is. but he doesn't put his faith on it, not one bit. long legs guide him off the sidewalk -- away from safety, tall frame daring to race a car to her. a hand seizing hold of her arm and yanking her back into him, out of the pathway of the oncoming vehicle. his eyes are wide as they look to her voice raised only slightly as he stares at her, “ what do you think you’re doing?! “
@strongwomans asked for a SC