I climb rocks and write poems.
Future doctor, current student.
Let's be friends!
Are we ok? Absolutely! Are we ok? Yes. Are we ok? Sure. But if you ask me again... And suddenly my tongue starts bleeding,
By Briana Corkill6 years ago in Poets
My Dad My dad: Slayer of monsters and mean people, giver of hugs and high fives, deliverer of lunch boxes and left-at-home homework.