When was the last time you rose, victorious, like a phoenix from the ashes?
Anyone can be burned, crushed, consumed. But not everyone chooses to rise. Grace is the air that turns our cinders to ashes and our ashes to wings. Rise. Then rise again.
The Journey Towards a Sexy Me
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Mr. Christmas Mr. Lawrence ;D
You know why, I'm gonna be yours tonight We're gonna oooh aaaah FYI, we're gonna be up all night I'll see you later Call me You know my number
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