Daffodils – those pretty yellow things that William Wordsworth wrote about: I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that … More The Girl With The Daffodils
16+16=32. It’s all downhill from here…
B*tch better have my money… A week ago, my wallet was stolen. Not the end of the world…but pretty close! We are so reliant on those little pieces of plastic…I couldn’t buy groceries, I couldn’t drive a car, I couldn’t even take a bus! Everything that I need to go about my everyday life was … More thegirlwiththedaffodils | Not your ordinary daffodil
The Girl With The Daffodils.