maybe, just maybe, you'll be the one to save me after all.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
hello, my name is anna, i enjoy smoothies,
but only when they're room temperature.
long walks on the shore are the sex.
blonde does not = stupid.
my hair color has nothing to do with my iq,
or the things i decide to do, so don't make the mistake of thinking
i'm a "dumb-blonde".
the simple things make me happiest, which is the way it ought to be.
i like all people, but i like foreign most.
i want to visit Italy and the Uk.