"I would fain have been loved, not feared," murmured Beatrice, sinking down upon the ground.--"But now it matters not; I am going, father, where the evil, which thou hast striven to mingle with my being, will pass away like a dream--like the fragrance of these poisonous flowers, which will no longer taint my breath among the flowers of Eden. ( Read more... )

What I am doing?

Sipping Bailey's.
Playing Oregon Trail.

Summer is awesome.

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Hanged Men, Dancing
by Arthur RimbaudCheerful, one-armed, and black ( Read more... )