wretchedheathen

The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."

I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.
~Ellen DeGeneres

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Why is the rum gone?

http://youtu.be/FTi40w0nLgo

http://youtu.be/_xR0h6FGCBY

http://youtu.be/_xR0h6FGCBY
Kat at 11:03 PM
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