girl with a camera… and a blog…
When the night comes, I sit by the window and talk to the moon. He tells me about the sun and I tell him about you. Yet that time, I saw no moon because it was gloomy and the street lights shone brighter than the stars in the night sky. So the group decided to …
"But I'm a wildflower, A little funny. If I was a rose, Maybe you'd want me." Sierra Burgess surely knows how to console you when you think that you are far from being a pretty flower because that's what I felt standing in the middle of the rose garden. Let's talk about that in detail... …
