Aw, that's sweet. It made for a really good series of photos.
Aw, that's sweet. It made for a really good series of photos.
If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!
~The Dresden Dolls
@rach, virgil
wooooo.. i'm blushing
and those waves are usually proper curls... that was just another of the very frequent bad hair days i come across..
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And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not, writ over the door:
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. - "The Garden of Love", William Blake.
wow nice to see all of u people...
it gives a real good feeling to talk to someone while imaging how he or she lools like!
Funny picture! I like it!!
And welcome on the forum btw.
"What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?"
Cheers!!
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
Well, Boris, you're a handsome young man. And well dressed in shirt and tie. I like that in people. And see, well dressed gets a pretty girl. I would guess that's your girl friend.Originally Posted by Boris239
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Bummer. Might I recommend the "What is love?" thread, if you're feeling sentimental?
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
Oh well. It makes for a good picture. Hey I just noticed. You live in New York too!
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Yep, I am a Newyorker, although it's just my first year here
Well, welcome to our fair city, then.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Welcome Boris and it is a very nice photo.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.