Closed. (More like friends only.)

Sorry.

i miss being a child

Changeling
by Enia Saaski Oak

My dear Mumsie,
I thought I'd better tell you,
I think you should warned,
That I will not be here
when you wake up in the morn.

There will be another girl,
Your real daughter don't you know.
With hair as golden as the sun,
And skin as pale as snow.

I'm not the real Rebekah,
no matter what you tell the folk.
My ( Read more... )

it's been a year to the day since i last updated, but i still have the habit of, before typing anything, scrolling down the page and selecting my mood first. it's actually a hard decision to make, because the menu has so many possibilities. you could be complacent, then the next minute you could be crushed, the next chipper, then cynical. and that' ( Read more... )