Before my mind could finish reading over the word, my heart dropped, my eyes grew misty, and your name rang out like a gunshot on a silent night.
Admiration. That word, of course. Today, a day I already felt weak, a day my anxiety once again is on high alert, the last thing I need today (or perhaps the exact thing I need, sometimes both end up true), is to be reminded how much of an original you were, and how much of a poorly made copy I often feel like. Dude, you are so friggin’ cool! The punk rock queen, and everyone knew it. You had so much confidence, and understandably so, you were a true specimin of beauty.
Tasha, she was my rebel girl, probably always will be. Honestly I have been working on this blog post all day and the only thing else I can come up with is pleading for her to come back and sobbing uncontrollably
Miss you girl