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[under_glass]

Where are you my wingless but ascending angel?
- I Was A Teenage Fairy, Francesca Lia Block

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[theorem]

Hiding, dearling. They all hide until one of us gets up the nerve--and don't you dare ever think it'll be them who help you up from your scraped knee. Sometimes you'll have to Snoopy-bandage an angel; but after that they're yours for the scooping.

[accolade]

She's my favorite author, I’ve stolen all her books from the library.

[emptyink]

hi it is late in the night or early this morning and either way finding anonymous journals is always a constructive thing to do; so hello, i think my favorite one by her is echo.