My dad smiles and puts his arm around my waist, slow dancing. "This is really weird." I chuckled. He shrugs, "Its normal, Ray." he smiles, twirling me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken
