parison

Crafted from grit--
sand beneath my feet.
Fired in flames--
molten glass of my heart.
I hand yours over willfully,
resisting the urge to throw it to the ground,
watch it splinter,
hear it shatter.
I have been allowed to hold it,
but been proven unfit to carry it.

How I feel about the Duggars...

I'm dyin' here...

Little, or maybe not so little, known fact about me: when people fall--I.LOSE.IT. And I understand that karma is a bitch, but...holy cow. So. I decided to share what, currently has me sitting at my comp laughing so hard I'm crying.

Exhibit A:


Exhibit B:


I'm going to hell for the second one. For real.