Sappho ( Read more... )

And I am very moved that yous asked. Thank yous ( Read more... )

( Rites of Spring )

m-m-m-my how black the grass burns under the sun

1. I love him. I do.

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Loving, missing. Napping. Visit me anyway. I might give you something . . . herpes, maybe . . . maybe just listen to your stories.

( This is how I am, and thank you )

[Once again, this entry was not by me. Smells more like Ariana, whose loveroo has held my poor Robot hostage for the past umm many hours.]

gosh. i'm so filled with less of a cysty feeling than normal, it has been eradicationated! or so i assume, i have not talked to me lately...i hope france will happen to me! watch out, france! watch out, beluga ( Read more... )

( romance )

I simply don't know what to do. I'm sitting like a dragon on top of a treasure of photographs of my days in the cabaret, and I do desire to spread 'em about onto these journals a bit, but also I am greedy. Lots of me just wants to gloat over how good that night was ( Read more... )