it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
no one writes on diaryland anymore and that makes me really sad.
girls, everyone of you. you are beautiful. thank you for everything. you know who you are. [if you think i'm talking to you i am...and if you think i'm not talking to you...i probably am]
also. feminism rules and misogyny drools.