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overoceashe was drunk & burst into tears, "I don't want to go back to my life!"
"oh wow, that's so sad," said my mother.
DID I EVER MENTION I COLLECT BUTTERFLY STICKERS????????????????????????
& THAT I HATE MORE THAN ONE QUESTION MARK?????????????????
invalid. I used to love the word, it would conjure a wan (also a loved word), white-faced, frail & breakable girl with dark, dark eyes and dark hair, lying against the hugest, softest pillow in the hugest, grandest bed, surrounded by solemn loved ones. the pillow & bedclothes are white, turning her skin deathly grey, hair spread out like a dishevelled darkness spilling into her head, & the air made heavy & almost visible by all the flowers.
"oh wow, that's so sad," said my mother.
DID I EVER MENTION I COLLECT BUTTERFLY STICKERS????????????????????????
& THAT I HATE MORE THAN ONE QUESTION MARK?????????????????
invalid. I used to love the word, it would conjure a wan (also a loved word), white-faced, frail & breakable girl with dark, dark eyes and dark hair, lying against the hugest, softest pillow in the hugest, grandest bed, surrounded by solemn loved ones. the pillow & bedclothes are white, turning her skin deathly grey, hair spread out like a dishevelled darkness spilling into her head, & the air made heavy & almost visible by all the flowers.
wow
Date: 2003-06-26 11:22 pm (UTC)