Sometimes it makes me wonder how I look like to other people when I'm angry and can't necessarily voice out my uncensored thoughts. I doubt that this comes close to my actual death-stare I've inherited from my mother's side of the family...?
A photographer living in Wonderland who owns a ridiculous sweet tooth.
She writes.
She thinks.
She floats.
She sings.
She dances.
She makes leaps.
(Batteries not included)
--->http://joijoio.blogspot.com/
--->http://joiong.blogspot.com/ {school work and hired work blog}.
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