The world is full of spaces.

In the shadows, in the stories, where the words begin, lies the space where magic is made. To summon monsters from the air alone, to spell the world to dreamless sleep, to change the stasis of the day to day. The spaces, in stories, where life can be somewhat rewritten. You read, not only the lines, but the spaces ( Read more... )

yarrrr I'm a pirrrarrte...

(It seems topical at the moment)

but, what type?

Answers on a postcard please

avast ye scurvey blaggarts and click the rum-pot link!

I'm off to a party and you're not invited, pizza and fizzy pops its all so inviting, sardines and musical chairs - what a shame that you wont be there 'cos you're not my friend anymore....

- Now lets bond over our dead mothers!

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xoxo travie

standing on my own again, looking for answers from the great beyond I will let no hand hold me down. Tonight we fly ( Read more... )