Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
I want a new haircut.
I want the Emo haircut. I like the layered cut. I really-really want to grow my hair long but then my heart keeps on telling me to just go and cut it. What should i do? I want to cut my hair but it's still short. Urgh!
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