There is this dog across the
street. S/he never barks at me. I got right up to the fence and took a picture
❤ |
And
I’ll spin for you like your favorite records used to
(FOB, Favorite record)
Hey
young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
(FOB, The Phoenix)
Baby,
you were my picket fence
(FOB, Miss Missing You)
Lock
you up inside, and swallow, swallow the key
(FOB, How the Mighty Fall)
I’ll
be your number one with a bullet
(FOB, Sugar We’re Going Down)
When
the city goes silent/ The ringing in my ears gets violent
(FOB, Jet Pack Blues)
We're
all fighting growing old
(FOB, Rat a tat)
❤
Happy belated Thanksgiving.
I hope y'all had an amazing day :)
Anyway I decided to let you know there's going to be a lot more photography for the next few weeks; I'm try to do photography every day until Christmas.
I'm hoping the habit of taking photos everyday will spread to nearly every day in 2016.
(I can try and hope)
Anyway.
This week on Spotify, my most played/listened to song was How the Mighty Fall. I went a little crazy and started madly singing (badly) whenever Favorite Record came on.
MY ELF ON THE SHELF CAME BACK. We have 3, one for each kid. Mine's name is Pumpkin Spice but I want to change it to Noelle or Holly.
Let me know if you have and Elf On the Shelf.
This is Pumpkin Spice |
MY ELF ON THE SHELF CAME BACK. We have 3, one for each kid. Mine's name is Pumpkin Spice but I want to change it to Noelle or Holly.
Let me know if you have and Elf On the Shelf.
I woke up to find the elves fishing. |
And I'm in a play! We're doing another one in theater and I play one of the step sisters. It's called the Big Bad. My friend, Batool, is the director. She told me she fought for my part and I'm SO GLAD.
:)
:)
Peace
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CONGRATS ON YOUR PART BABE.
ReplyDeleteAHHHH ALL THOSE LYRICS I LOVE THEM
My elf's name is pippin (guess whoafter lol) but he doesn't come till December.
I wish you luck in your photography adventures, darling. :)
Love the lyrics and congrats on the part! I don't have an elf on the shelf :(
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