Our poor mothers... God bless their poor, beaten dry, ripped apart, played with and put back all mangled souls. — Alla Copy Share Image
In my head: YOU! It's all you! Marry me! Kiss me! Hold me! Be the father of my children!!! On the outside:… — Alla Copy Share Image
He asked me if I was doing ok... I don't think he knew he would get this sort of response... // right now I'm… — Alla Copy Share Image
I heard about a love that never leaves. So I'm asking you to show me. I'm talking to you down here on my knees,… — Alla Copy Share Image
When there is no one cheering for you that you can play the game for, play for the little boy or girl inside you. — Alla Copy Share Image
This was me at a very young age. I'm not the one in the pic... but... you get what I mean. I'm still going-… — Alla Copy Share Image
Strangers think I'm quiet. My friends think that I'm outgoing. My best friends know that I'm completely inane! — Alla Copy Share Image
