by Curious » Fri Dec 19, 2014 4:40 pm
"Ar, matey, we pirates sail the seas of our hearts to quench the thirst of our souls. The salt does not affect us, for our coarse whims cleanse the sea of its faults." She leaned back, a hook and a hand on each hip. "Arrr, quite the poet I'm becoming," Foxie chuckled.
life is really stressful for me at the moment.
please be patient with me.