A message to Mayfeather. Misheather. Hayfever. WHAT evaaaaa
A message to Fayfeather. Hayfever. Mayheather. Oh whatever!
A message to Fayfeather. Hayfever. Mayheather. Oh whatever!
Upon realizing making t-shirts was expensive business, I decided to back the “Fil-culture-preneur” jeepney up a bit.
I wish I was a ballet dancer. I’d frolic everywhere. To the bathroom, to work, and most importantly, to YOU.
Though my memories of Papa were of him in his old age, I still have photos of him when he was around my age to cherish too.