The hydrangea hides her feelings in the rain. The dream that knows her will disappears in the morning rain. I am still really not feeling well at all, ahaha! And I have a busy week ahead followed by midterms, ace. As it were, hiatus. Yah okay so I .

Every day she wears the same. The images on TV while elbowing his peer. He continued, clearly uncaring of whomever heard him. Every day she wears the same.

Happily following her brother into ruin. It is, in no way, a pet. Though it might occasionally allow itself to be given a treat - after all, a job well done deserves payment. Ceara is not entirely sure the owl is not attempting to steal her soul. Send both muse and mun some by commenting below. I want to join the Order.

Ask me any question at all about anything.

roll over in his nice, warm bed and wait for Leon to come out and start nagging. Still, manly pride aside, it was shaping up to be a very nice morning. Monday, 12 September, 1977.