Written in Seattle, the city of rain. Where the skies are cloudy and the days are grey.
I think I'll turn it all into a joke.
No grace, but ready to dance.
̶H̶a̶l̶f̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶y̶.
H̶a̶l̶f̶ ̶f̶u̶l̶l̶.
Pessimists, optimists, I'll be a humorist and/or scientist?
I am Adree.
This is my blog for rainy Mondays.
Ask questions here.
All I ask is that you love me... Or at least like me. -Martin Short
I think I'll turn it all into a joke.
No grace, but ready to dance.
̶H̶a̶l̶f̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶y̶.
H̶a̶l̶f̶ ̶f̶u̶l̶l̶.
Pessimists, optimists, I'll be a humorist and/or scientist?
I am Adree.
This is my blog for rainy Mondays.
Ask questions here.
All I ask is that you love me... Or at least like me. -Martin Short
Because you aren’t made of new material. Everything you’re made up was once something else.
(Source: icanread)
