Baby: now my song's a flood.

[grotesquerose]

Dear string  ridden orchestras, on the morning day and night of number in July.

Do you blame me for this abandonement. I have just been living it without a thought to recite. And Since Or left, I haven't wanted to say she's gone. . .  So it's been harder to write of the events, the days. She told me to stop praying, that she'll be back soon. my

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[tragic___poetic]

Make sure you get some of that cotton candy at the fair this year. And catch a ride on that thing you love. The ferris wheel.

[mmm_jillicious]

I wonder if the teller knew it's own fate while it told us ours.

I love that.
I have missed your livejournal, I'm glad to see you've returned to us :)
thank you again, for letting me come along.

<3 Jill

[anonymous]

thank you for updating. i really missed your writing.

[youth___pride]

nice face your making elise

fortune teller

[thefair_ophelia]

true love is death

(it waits in haunted attics though...the one on travilah)

a broken mountain could also mean a mountain conquered. i heard that there are craters on the moon or an inverse of what was told to be broken.